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The Days 
 
By: Smokey 
 
Without her are my agonies oppertune 
Aprogress of blissescandle waning 
Oh the pulchritude of the moments moon 
and the ascending sun sustaining 
 
Nightly dreams of the girl in darkness cloaked 
and blistering morns drained of satisfaction 
The hourglass sand spent with sand choked 
by portraits of solemn memories traction 
 
Burdens laid in core of heart 
are the coals yearning to consume 
in cold places when a soul did part 
the distance grave of emotions exhume 
 
A vessel of hope broken by strong current 
dashed on clouds in the mind a torrent