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I wrote this in 2010. It’s the rough, untrained product of an angsty 21 year old.

Her mind is tired

Beauty tossed aside

Heart uninspired

Pain she cannot hide

She does not see her soul

As any piece of gold.

And the sparkle of her eyes

She tosses away as lies.

My soul for her does weep

My prayers go out at night

For all the pain she keeps

That her heart gain brand new sight.

I’ve had this dream at night

Where her eyes sparkle bright.

And everything she sought

Was in one she never thought.

And happy they both were.

All barriers were gone.

No pain that she endured.

And each other they leaned on.

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