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In my heart of hearts
And world of worlds
I do honestly beg ,pray and hope
That this world is not of my scope

In my vision i don’t see the pain
In my vision there are no hurt
I dont talk of promised land
Just one that I could possibly understand

In between the suns scalding rays
Is what a poet wrote for their affairs
Whilst undertakers whistle Hade’s tune,
And aided the lovers through his doom

In my heart of hearts
And world of worlds
In visions, dreams and wishes
And nightmares or back flashes

I do honestly beg, pray and hope,
That this world is not of my scope
For if it is, I say to you,
I hope its not what you believe is true.

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Your T-shirt hugs me the same way you used to,

Tight and warm but loose in all the right places,

My tears of my mistake have stained the print,

Just like my mistake stained our future.

I’m sorry.

I never meant to hurt you,

And for this I will always be sorry,

You did nothing but make me happy,

But I threw it away.

The happiness, the picture.

The idea and the hope.

And I’m sorry.