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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Calling Me Home

I hear the voices of angels
On a distant horizon
A waiting god you are
For a ravaged goddess
That will never be your's again
I ran with the wolves for a while
On all fours
Away from a broken world
Of misery and pain
This life filled with lies
But the only real lie
Is the girl in the mirror
That is me
Yet not.

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