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What is done is done
Contributed by
mindset
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Thursday, 15th June 2006 @ 05:33:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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How many words come to pass Everything i could of been Now the faces are so real Their whispers a word of real I grow tired in a world of stone No longer i ask for promises I think had my stay done my best I feel my words before no longer last Like many before we grow so tired To wait a world understand In a place so insecure Our light our silent friend He wait for me I say not long now my other A place so other Forgive me i am sinn Yet for all i have done i feel i am the sun Not so many follow me I am lost in a world desire Does that make me a liar Or a savour of the day I write the word of pure insight And never follow my other Yet he is my brother.
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Re: What is done is done
(User Rating: 1 ) by bronzen on
Friday, 16th June 2006 @ 03:42:28 PM AEST (User
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loved this write |
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