Griefs of the Soul

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Crying with lips

That know all the

Griefs of the soul

Like clouds before a storm

Thunder and then rain

Where the long wait ends

Where time lies shattered

To tiny bits of stone and dust

Like my heart that

The years have broken

And with dusty hands

The world has taken

My life and crushed

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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