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First letters with dust
Hard as these grounds of grey
Even when the sun is beaming
Like a torch of radiance
Permeating unto me but...
My heart seems closed
Even though I know its not
People are, people were
Left just the same
Enough is time, and sparkling
And then we turn back again
Something's wrong! Cause this feels right
Everyone agrees, but never when it counts.
Published 17th Apr 2015
| Edited 10th Jul 2015
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