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PROPHESIES OF MY HEAR
Sometimes in the darkness of the night,
prophesies of my heat whispers to me,
letting me dream of things,
that can never be.
Taking apart my very heart,
letting things that can never be,
come to me,
prophesies of my heat whispers and
calls out my name
prophesies of my heat whispers to me,
letting me dream of things,
that can never be.
Taking apart my very heart,
letting things that can never be,
come to me,
prophesies of my heat whispers and
calls out my name
Published 15th Feb 2013
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17th Feb 2013 4:10pm
Correct me if I'm wrong but this sounds like its about the things we want and wish for but wish we didn't because we know we can't have it. Its a very good poem, I enjoyed it.
