The Poem With No Name

Peace and grace once ruled this place
And an angel held open the door
Now peace is dead, the angel has fled
And grace is a hustling whore

I am sorry to have taken up your time
I was a poem that could never rhyme
It's easy to forget me, just turn the page
I waste away
I waste away
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Posted: May 2010

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opentuit
I have felt this way too.... and the best thought I can share is that
Gratitude heals. I wish you all the best-- cheers
trurorob
honest thoughts
rob
mychelle
Time heals all wounds. Yesterday is but a memory. Tomorrow is hope for your future.
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