where did the innocence go and when will redemption arrive? I want to be held by my mother and to talk with my father... instead I lay with empty hearts and cast out silver tomes of mania and passion... I want my son here in my arms... when will my redemption begin?
when will i be able to write again? when will the words of my heart fall into place again instead of looking to my tired eyes like the double entry bookkeeping of a back street dream peddler...? ? ?
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