lower the nooseIf the thought was not so low or the noose so high, My feet should perch themselves atop that stool And bid the world goodbye. So I wait alone for a welcomed wound - Or when my heart finally gives in. I wait for a time where that noose is lowered, And by the hands of another my end begins. And then will come the eternal peace, My heart can rest, my mind can sleep.lower the noose
The Brave
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~Dreams are to lovers as wine is to friends,
Carried through lifetimes, but spilled now and then..~
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CHRISTINA M. MINNITI
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Fantasy is my reality
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Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
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