6 am.
Its six am
Much too early for a conversation
I run my fingers through a mind
man, he see's what what no one see's
He's by my side
straining deeply in his contemplation
I thank my God a thousand times for bestowing him on me
I can't define
the beauty of this consummation
I always wondered how it was the fates had let this come to be
And I can't find
a reason for this condemnation
If I'm so contented here with him why do I want so badly just to leave...
Thank God, its six am.
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My life is just a bit of words
Do I get this from watching birds?
In this sentance
Far away
I'll come again another day
While the snow falls down on me
I'll rest in peace and harmony
Jenniffer Jude Slachtovsky - 10 Yrs. old
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