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Days of the Week



WEDNESDAY



Seven deadly sins, yet seven deadly days

Wednesday lurks on through, and still I think of you.



972 miles, 972 endless miles

I wish I could cross them, But THAT would be a trail



Eternity is a long time to wait to see you my dear

I don’t wish to wait, But we will have to, I fear

Once eternity is through, I’ll always be near

I’ll always be sincere.



I want to run, but tired feet are tired feet

I want to fly, but tired wings won’t carry me



Spilled blood, and sweat

Spilled life, and love



Spilled fear, spilled tears

Longer we wait, but soon we’ll be near.