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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Sonar

you told me you believed in me
said to show you my darkest place
told me to yell if i needed you
told me to get away
its coming out of nowhere
the cashier could sense my pain
by bleeding inside i show you
that its got to end today
each time i look in your mirror
that are in the form of eyes
i see the reflection of terror
with a background made up of lies
with my eyes always closed
i've learned to see with sounds
like how to tell between your words
if you've finally let me down.
Desiree Whitamore
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