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Adust

May 16, 2010
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My soul adust from flames of passions past
My weary eyes squint toward the sky as I ask

Please, come to me.

My life, adjusted to avoid this pain
My heart lonely but protected, still it asks

Please, come to me.

My thought, I must heal to try love again
My entreaty for the void that should be filled

Please, come to me.

Please come, and we…

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