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Libra Moon
I am lost between the time pieces,
I guess to feel the pain I have dropped all pretenses,
Where has my heart gone?
Where shall I search?
How much longer until I find the church?
Haunted and plagued by these unreasonable thoughts,
No one ever realizing the cost,
I am not one to mince words, so stop asking,
Autumn leaves the flames basking,
Blind eyes to see the unaware precision,
Balance of the scales lack in concentration.
I guess to feel the pain I have dropped all pretenses,
Where has my heart gone?
Where shall I search?
How much longer until I find the church?
Haunted and plagued by these unreasonable thoughts,
No one ever realizing the cost,
I am not one to mince words, so stop asking,
Autumn leaves the flames basking,
Blind eyes to see the unaware precision,
Balance of the scales lack in concentration.
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