Maria Williams Biography

I walk softly
Upon a secret land
The wood's rough edges
Covered by snow's soft hand
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When it rains
The world cries
And droplets fall
From tear stained eyes
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Lying in bed
loneliness consuming me
trapped under covers
of my mind's constand dread
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I used to love the night
Now?
Honestly,
it terrifies me
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A window to the opening
A key beneath the floor
Trapped in this world of loneliness
Yet I want something more
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