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Cliff's Poetry

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Ties That Bind / A Longing Heart

These ties are binding
Forever holding.
They pull me against my will
Hold me even in darkest night.
As I lay here, chained in eternal suffering,
I can think of only one thing.
I can think only of my love…
So great in every way…
Such a site, moving, like a mother looking upon her fair haired child couldn’t be more infatuated.
Now as it stands, I’m trapped
Suffering here without her.
But soon I shall break free of these hellish devices
And bask in the light of my love for all time.

This is the final wish of such a tourtured heart.


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