Golden Smile, by beccamarie
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and in this endless night
i cry
for once
i cry for me
for the me that i am today
in this moment
for the feelings i feel now
for the wants i want now
for the needs i need now
and then i realize
all crying gets me
is a wet pillow
so i wipe my tears away
and go to sleep
where sugar plums dance
and awake in the morning
to a freshly painted face
with a golden smile
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| Posted: 2007-01-02 17:26:48 UTC |
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