March 12, 2010

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Reach out and touch.
Today is yesterdays clean slate.
The eyes run dry from wet.
Strive for connection in every way.

The hands stay cold from emptiness.
Wimpers of sadness stain the air.
Everything but silence.
Hearts are giving up.

A friendly face appears for you.
Rising with your thoughts in hand.
Regrets no longer shall be made.
Move forward with whats next.

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