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In the Closet

In the closet I see things, things that should not be told.
A world of dirty laundry that the world can behold.
The foul stench brings me to tears
And swallows my hopes
the fear I muster must go on and take me by the hand
to surely be my final straw to be your right hand man
In the closet I must not come out for surely I do pray
because in the ashes that I see I sure wish I can play

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In the Closet

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