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Distant Thoughts

From Dust to Dust
Gone from Your Face
The whole is Growing
And I'm Lost
Standing Dead and Crying
Arms Drawn Blood
Sarcasm Racing and No-one is Left
Disolving Pain through the Eyes of a Woman
Distinguished by Rage
A Heart of Clay
Hands stained with blood
And a Mind Aflame with Thoughts of Eternal Purity

David James Potter

Copyright ©2003 David James Potter

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