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Don’t meander through the gallows
wherein swing the dead.by cmo 7 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 3 12:26 AM -
morning bells are chiming
larks sing above my head, -
sleep well tonight my sweet lament,
as you lay still, knees slightly bent -
within this world there is a place,
somewhere secret, somewhere safe, -
to lay weary in a field and take a breath of sun
and fill the twilight in my head with light to bring me fromby cmo 5 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 15 10:56 AM 2008
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