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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Afraid

Two o’clock
In the morning
The page bare
Fingers poised
To write
I can’t
To open my heart
Would leave
My soul exposed
I am afraid
My fear yellow in
The moonlight
With the sun I will
Be Brave
Daylight drag your feet

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