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Truth has been known to cut through
the deepest sorrow. Caving in, in all
directions all the terrors that once
smothered me. Rapturing silence,
breaking through,crying out. Reaching
for something that was nothing
more than an illusion, an image of
my confusion. Those eyes have gazed
out upon a thousand souls and
hypnotized them with your voice, the
words of your heart. A voice like
smooth velvet on polish skin.
My tears spill like raindrops
upon the floor. Washed away by your
song, the songs of midnight, lover
of the lost, lovers lost, forgiveness
gained. Ones that burn with fear
only sorrows remain. I never forgot the
songs, or the voice that is undoubtly
that of an angel...
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