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Jul 2015
there's a damaged heart that
no longer beats.
eyes fill with lots of tears that
suffered defeat.

silence in the room because the
music has stopped playing.
people lips are moving, it's not
clear what they are saying.

a sound mind has wondered so
very far away.
happiness for a promising soul
has suffered much decay.

the warmth of two hands have
quickly gone cold.
the once courage of a lion has
fickle and no longer bold.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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   Arlo Disarray
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