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As The Grief Drowns
My somber heart that desires a bond that binds
Our exhausted hands feeble like the mind
As the hours grow near
It begins to consume my core
Time is not a friend of mine
Behold this love of mine
Shaken and frightened in the dark
A gasp of hollow air
As a quiet beauty reflects time
Floating in circles through a hidden dream
Inspiring paradisaical into a mystical place
Our exhausted hands feeble like the mind
As the hours grow near
It begins to consume my core
Time is not a friend of mine
Behold this love of mine
Shaken and frightened in the dark
A gasp of hollow air
As a quiet beauty reflects time
Floating in circles through a hidden dream
Inspiring paradisaical into a mystical place
Published 3rd Jun 2013
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