

knock, knockWho was to be knocking at my door? Anyone but you I thought, but there you were, with the light like it was like light of heavenly grace, as the clouds seemed to of opened above you lighting the way you walked. As you were stood in my door way that's where the light stopped inside there was only me surrounded by darkness, had you come to bring me into the light? What other explanation was there to be? There was no explanation or exchange of words you just took my hand and we walked off not into the sun set as it was you I was walking with it was sun rise.knock, knock
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click here, [link] - it'll be the worst thing for your self esteem.
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what i can not speak, i write in poem or riddle or rhyme
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Chaos, Insanty, Destruction... I think my work here is done.
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