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Wednesday, 27 February 2013

My Guardian Spectre


My spectre with me night and day,
Wild beast, she guards my way.
Images far within, cause
constant weeping for my sin.

My pride and scorn
cause my spectre to mourn,
With jealousies and fears
I fill for me a vessel of tears.

A fathom into the deep
we wander, then we weep.
I am sorrowfull, she is gone,
How will I face the next dawn?.

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