Did I hear your whispered confession, in the center of my heart
Those softly spoken sorrows forced through the remnant of you soul,
That night they nearly killed you with their weapons of control?
Was it you that i heard? Where are you now?
What cast you down so close to me in that dreamland of astonishment we both inhabited?
That place where I felt your wretchedness at having been left behind,
With me?
Those softly spoken sorrows forced through the remnant of you soul,
That night they nearly killed you with their weapons of control?
Was it you that i heard? Where are you now?
What cast you down so close to me in that dreamland of astonishment we both inhabited?
That place where I felt your wretchedness at having been left behind,
With me?
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Working my way through the thicket of the American political scene. I am trying to not put any of that up on this blog EVER again. Meh!