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A long walk home

December 31, 2009
By Homskllet SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
Homskllet SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
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She forced the worst onto me.
Appearing with the beam of
The brightest sunshine.
Blinding my mistakes,
And illuminating the greatness.
I fear my secrets being revealed.
To wise, to never regret.
I hid the past,
In the deepest and darkest holes.
Never able to be seen again.
I find myself alone,
And mostly jealous of the one
That I called silence.
For the silence is the only thing
That shall befall me.
Silence is my oldest and dearest,
Currently dying friend.
But I will not grieve,
I will not mourn for any.
For one thing revealed in the sunlight,
Is the brightness of the reflection,
Shown in the snow on a walk home,
Holding your hand.



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