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by Agony

Precious child

There is a heavy heart inside this chest,
this little chest of gold.
The story of a precious child,
a story left untold.

His little feet are moving fast,
with Teddy in his hand.
He’s trying to find a place to cope,
a place where he can stand.

Far away in a distance land,
in a place that he once builded.
Lies the treasure he was hiding,
for the people there unveiled.

They will enjoy his company,
and make the clouds draw away,
A broken image of guilt.
Forever will he stay.

27-10-12

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blulightning20 6/9/2013 - 10:57 pm

wow did you write this?? this is amazing!!

Agony 6/14/2013 - 3:53 pm

Yes, thank you 🙂

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