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All of them have gone wrong
What she says is caught
The shadows creep along
I’m worse off than lost

Truth be told
I have everything to gain
The thoughts are there
Bless the sun, bring the rain

Resting upon others such as I have
There’re more reasons than a welcomed shelter
A shake of the hand and a smirk of a smile
Something tells me they ought to have let her

Memories liquesce and hang
Amassing one atop one atop one
Forever pushing us closer
The progression never quite done

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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