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Author: zeanomourph
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Published: 07-21-04 - Updated: 07-21-04 - id:1671506
Again I weep for you,
Greive for what we never had a chance to possess.
Sleep is my release from this distance.
The desolation they created between us.
I beg for a new day,
When we can take back whats ours
From the dust we arose
To the ashes we return


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