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Beneath the Sheets
What tasseled dreams we weave, beneath the sheets.
Bound at one end, loose and frayed at the other,
Braided in the middle, by our tainted hands,
And stained all over with our best, but broken intentions,
Soiled by the earth that deceptions'
flowers take root in,
Fed by the tears of defeat, and the soft light of heartfelt sins,those roots run deep,
Into that tangled web of dreams, we weave,
beneath the sheets..
