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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Staring Blind




You were staring directly in
As I awoke by the rain on Sunday
Never matters the cost... 
The placement of keys
Left on the piano...
Smiled if I had dared not-
Made a fool out of myself 
Since hiding. 
Enlightened by everything ephemeral...

Odd soul so uninspired 
Old soul just slips into the mantle 
Then out into the empty night....
Through playgrounds of youth 
And memories in a starless galaxy... 

Not far from staring blind. 

Music: Domenic Pisitelli 
Words: Alec Wildey

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