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Through the Eyes of the Untold Lore
Through these stained eyes, dark is all I see
yet I try to live, believing this is me.
But all I could do is place my heart on a page,
and watch it rot away with every age.
All I am through your eyes is a ghost,
whom you don't dare miss the most.
All you are through my eyes, is hopelessness;
but my words I write are my distress.
Peaking through my once soulless muse,
as my heart lies victim to your solemn abuse.
I live to be your puppet, nothing more
but I am a writer of many lore.
And as I dare write with missing heart,
it is with you whom my stories start.
poem
by
Adam M. Snow
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