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Bathed in sunlight
Morning’s first rays
She sips her coffee
And counts the days
Freedom whispers
Barely heard
She tilts her head
To make out the words
She taps her nails
Without being aware
Lost in thought
Not really there
In her mind
She’s living anew
In wistful trickles
Like droplets of dew
The pain of the past
Weighs like lead
Wounds run deep
From the things he said
Tears pool and spill
Brushed quickly away
She sips her coffee
And counts the days
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Posted by Xaris on 2008-08-28 07:47:59 | Rating: | Views: 29
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