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He called it a street prayer
Words spit rapidly with a flare
a strange phenomenon
Words sticking to his tongue
Like a proton does w a neutron
I raise my voice for the one I miss
who left me oh so long ago
I know you will return to me soon my friend
When I first found out,
There was a monster under my bed,
There wasn't a doubt,
I was scared half to death.
I tried counting sheep,
And counting to ten.
I was still losing sleep,
beautifully mysterious,she hides away in the depths of nothingafraid to take a chance on the dawnnight- her best friendthe only thing she can count onsoon, it too will be gone
