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Allen Clarke Allen Clarke
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They Tell Me

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soul mates

? Would someone please tell me what the H this means? The words keep coming, and I feel compelled to share them.

They tell me
my words are beauty
but the fact is
I`ve stolen
a word or two
for a time
or so ago

born to write
or at least to try
to right
this mess inside
my head

I get comfort
like a sweet cup
a tea
when the fog comes rolling
on in across these waters
these deep silent waters
lapping at my feet

down on the street
I hear the young lions
roar far into the
black silk of Night
this jungle
I live in
makes me weep
silently and forlorn
I cannot sleep

They say my words are beauty
but they don`t know
they may never know
my pen dipped
in self-doubt

these people that read
my mind-seed
don`t know what I`ve seen
have they ever heard
the sound of someone crying

a beer bottle breaking at midnight
the fleeting shadow of I
and someone telling me
``I don`t love you no more!``
and she told she would
be with me forever
but I choked down the lie
cause real men don`t cry

yeah, they tell me
my words are beauty
but, the fact is
I`ve stolen a phrase or two
to try and make
it Three

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