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November 5 2008

Speaking in whispers
Silent and pleading
The broken hearts wound
No longer bleeding

Stepping away from
Irresistible temptation
Falling in line, protected
Plagued by desperation

Lost in what is now
No longer what has past
Lost in paradise illusions
But memories still silently last

The warmth and safety calm
The feelings of love and affection
Clouding all judgments and pain
Creating a world of perfection

Lying alone for the moment
Resting the weary head
Knowing all this to be true
Yet so the heart’s half dead