By spirial
Date: 2004 Oct 15
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wounds...

I turned my eyes away from a fight
Casting far a gaze that is not sought
From one who I would drink all night
Her beauty I once knew naught
As a dying man who's dreams come alive
Cross a desert a dried out soul
Winds of change so happy and free
Crushing soft this wounded part of me
I cast away my gaze so I could not see
What wounds I have left within she