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| Dark Poetry #5 |
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Rock Garden |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa 
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In the place where my heart should be there is a rock garden Dry and barren It's filled with stone angels and pertified dreams It's a place where nothing grows There once was life There was once light but not anymore I remeber love grew in the places where I planted good seed The place where the light lived once upon a time... In the place where my heart should be The place where I planted my seed and where the light lived In that quiet, soft place there is now a rock a garden If I don't say it...who will? |
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