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Harboring Beauty
I harbor all the stresses of the seven seaa
Hold my hand as we walk against the sand
Into the water and float away with me
Beauty lies in these eyes
Which contain passionless pain
Holding the world loveless strain
Only to in habit such a nature that is truely inhumain
I am the poet who has lost her word in the moment
A singer whom which no one has yet herd
An artist whos creativity has shaded
Between the fabric of a soul of mines that has faded
I am tired
I am sleepy
Sick of crying
Yet
I am weeping
Hold my hand as we walk against the sand
Into the water and float away with me
Beauty lies in these eyes
Which contain passionless pain
Holding the world loveless strain
Only to in habit such a nature that is truely inhumain
I am the poet who has lost her word in the moment
A singer whom which no one has yet herd
An artist whos creativity has shaded
Between the fabric of a soul of mines that has faded
I am tired
I am sleepy
Sick of crying
Yet
I am weeping
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