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What is done is done
Contributed by
mindset
on
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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2006-06-15 17:33:16] (Date/Time posted on
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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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