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Just me rambling on...

Distant. Cold and alone. Silent I fall Never to touch the ground.

Rain falls For no man So surely It does not fall for me. Tired I tried... You tired of me. The blood flows Like the drops of rain And puddle..

Something I wrote in the wee hours of morning

Something actually happy

Let us go now You and I Across the chaotic void That I call my thoughts. Closed off And grasping for air I wait. Alwaya vigil, Always ..

dark and light

Ah, you'll know

A really long poem that I put into four parts...then put back together.

a rather old poem of mine