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Old Thread
Raivyn
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I lie awake at night with the
Scent of my obsession.
I stand asleep through the day playing
Hide and seek with true confessions.
Through the day, when awake, it's
Hard to make believe
When once I felt desire and the gentle
Hand of serenity.
Desire walked out and serenity fled
Nothing left now but a torn heart and
Some Old Thread.
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