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Empty, is the soul
Heart, only pieces
Knowledge, never ending
Love, always ceases.

Gone away, she has
Life, my whole one to search
Time, never on my side
Truth, falling off its pearch.

Falling, everything seems to go
Eyes, filling with the color red
Signs, telling me to stop
Sleeping, turning to the dead.



Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2005-12-06 at 19:51

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