Primal Therapy
Unseen Wounds
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lying in the darkness as the wind starts to blow
the windchimes sing its warning under the soft moonlight's glow
memories flow like postcards as you breeze cross' my mind
your ghost, abandons its grave each night as I press rewind
I still hear your voice calling, and the sirens primal scream
as I awaken to a nightmare, from a peaceful summer dream
sandcastles laid to ruin as reality explodes
now you visit me at midnight, and leave me when the rooster crows
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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