Poetry

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hear the footsteps, like a thousand bombs falling on berlin

all running towards one finish

fleeting within, static songs fill the lungs

the voices grow louder with each bolt that races across the darkened sky

pointing to the end

radio for help, keep your thoughts close to your chest.

phones yelling of the hook, ovens burning down...

where have you gone?

I waited for you today

somewhere between here & tomorrow

Were you dreaming?

lost helplessly in slumber as the bombs fell?

I think no ones listening, so its ok to show me you care now...

soft & out of key is what I have

and somwhere in that mess is you...

somewhere inbetween the thousands of footsteps is one heart beating soundly & only for you

Do you hear the rain pounding on the roof? Screaming to upset the trend we've started... ripping me from the dream I've made

Can you hear it? Can you see it?... it feels like a commerical... "this sad story brought to you by one heart searching for a home..."

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