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As I sit here wondering,
The clock behind me ticking its annoying tune,
I stare at the ink upon my hands.
Another failed project,
Another lesson I'm still learning,
Another piece to throw away.
As I sit here with my eyes closed,
The smell of smoke invading my head,
I feel my mind become clouded.
Another thought I've lost,
Another memory I'll forget,
Another moment I'll delay.
As I sit here waiting around on nothing,
The soft hum of the fan stirs me,
I stare at the ink upon my hands.
Three letters to save me.
Three reasons to love me.
Three ways you've saved me.

- Title: A Cold Night to Spend Alone
- Artist: Amanda
- Description: This is just something I wrote sitting around in my computer room. It's not that great, and there's really no set... whatever to it. Enjoy at your own risk.
- Date: 10/28/2008
- Tags: cold night spend alone
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Comments (2 Comments)
- David Trustone - 08/15/2009
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I don't really understand why poets crit their own work if their work is just so beautiful to feel.
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- redkittikat - 10/28/2008
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