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In light of day I feel no more I work I play I shut the door to feelings only night does hold feelings deep within the cold this cold and icy wall that shields that which burns that which yields tosecrets no-one shall discover to dreams left vacant for my lover questions too come with the night to play the game or bare the light this light that shines its brightest when the Sun has gone thedark descends but why the thought so quickly gone when day arrives when rays of dawn pour through the windows upon the wall into thought erasing all I felt with night I thought with light that burns within ( a few minor changes made to a 29 year old poem)
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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