Content of: Lonely Days
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01/08/19 at 11:25PM
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Poetry
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My lonely days are gone.
I know not where.
The night is upon us
With darkness everywhere.
The Dawn peeks in the window
As the Sunlight glares,
Except for that hidden spot,
Underneath the back stairs.
A place, where, as a child
I would hide away
With my imaginary friend,
Who I did play.
