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Verses withheld from all thought
Sights all blinding, sounds deafening
No sense of freedom in blackness
Helpless without any trace of belief
Senses surmounted with emptiness

Oh! Where has all sense of hope gone?
Hope, like the breeze off the shore
Blows sweetly, so softly, so anticipated
But brings bitter ending and destruction
Inexorable pasage of faith and time

Here comes a thought in a single day
How anticipation recieves its due
Coming to free a soul from its bonds
Liberated from all confines of confusion
The mind can fly and can be boundless
©2004-2009 ~AmaiSuteneko
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I got seriously inspired during school today and this was the bastard child of my inspiration, boredom, reading Whitman and Thomas. I REALLY like this. Seriously..one of my favorite poems ever. I hope people like it..because I really do. If people even look at my stuff anymore :P :P :P

PLEASE comment on this...I want to know what people think.

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