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Time stood still when
tears fell from above
soon to refine me

forever tortured and beaten down
tasting gods rain upon my lips
seeking an end to all of this

one's heartache
is another's bitter envy
that runs within
coursing veins

infected by another's creed
I soon will parish
and say goodbye

Time stood still when
tears fell from above
soon to scar me
and rid me of feeling


this casted stone
will Forever taunt me
through dream and will
never taste god's rain

again

Slowly taken away

Time no longer still

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clarissa mckone

Sun 22nd Feb 2009 03:26

hi chris, this is a very nice poem, im sure you will come up with a title for it, just look within your words for one, its there.

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