Thursday, September 14, 2006

Poetic Antic {Page 9}

My Sanctuary

Much of everything is forgotten
The memories of pain, rotten
In the midst of smiles she's cryin'
On the inside she's dyin'

Hopes and dreams that she's flyin'
On the death bed she's lyin'
By miseries she's flatten
In a street in Manhattan

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