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sometimes you just gotta' row

dead poppies on a white picket fence

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is it your want
scuff through ashes
chancing there be warmth
nearing to none

cull the bloodied
breathing, remains
the battle end, another
war, absent victory

plans falter
fantasy dissipates
the dream falls but to
murder by neglect

glh

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Written by glh

January 7, 2011 at 00:24

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