silkysalem

Salem's Den Journal
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2003-02-17 18:54:49 (UTC)

Time 12/21/2002


The mind whispers of days gone by;
THe life ponders on lives now passed.


The truth corners the lives that lie;


The soul rises on hopes not cast.


The sprite laughs of naïvete;


The demon smiles of "innocence".


The time has flown. THe time of day--


Read this poem, will it make sense?


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