in the dark dusty labyrinths of life
i saw a piece of light hanging askew.
in the miry mirky mirages of life
i heard a husky whisper yelling nigh.
in the tumbled, tarnished tombs of life
i felt a patch of pretense owning truth.
in the bygone baggage of life
i felt me rummage memories numb.
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and I hear ur husky voice: "Well now, it's the middle of the night, ...... and the wind and rain repelled them under a dome of cloudy lights. ...
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