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| 'And So It Was' by Trish |
See me, slowly, let slip through mine,
The finger tips of those I love.
Let silence mock the vast emptiness within me.
And let me rise again.
See me raise my arms against the wild winds, that tear at me, and mine. See black storms, rage before my blindness, break over my bowed head and broken heart, and let me rise again.
Loneliness, rage and restlessness, had their way,
Were welcomed, invited to feast at the banquet table, until they were sated. And then....... we rose again.
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