Poetry for the Soul
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Last published Tue, Apr 28, 2015
I write, I write, I write
I write away my sorrows.
I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams,
Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page,
Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade.
No matter how this page may end contorted, misconstrued or decayed;
IT will never be the same.
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