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It’s time to leave them on their own
to for him to leave and roam
Too long standing still
empty space he needs to feel
For too long he’s been alone
with no direction to go
Now he sees something at hand
close it is, no life bland
He just has to leave all behind
to be cruel is to be kind
They will have to fight alone
for they have to be on their own
Too much has passed that he has missed
spent too much time getting twisted
This time all will be different
he’ll do all to do what was meant
So the time approaches, excited is he
his body and mind will finally be free
But as for his heart and soul
that something else to fill, another hole
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Aug 17, 2013
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