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Clouded Thoughts

The nights they pass,
like shimmering clouds.
That told of our love
 now hidden in shrouds.
So plain to see,
 so bare this truth,
then why am I not there with you?

This other man now takes my place,
and in your heart he's filled my space.
The heartache I feel I cannot erase,
and my soul is in pieces what shall I replace.

Shall I start with my heart,
so withered, and frail.
Or my mind that I lost
 the night that you bailed.

There is only one remedy
 for this ailment I speak.
To retire from living,
 only there I'll find peace.


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Clouded Thoughts