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rusted tin can by the busted body

Of what was once a man

//

What have we done to ourselves ?

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The hidden truths

Behind

Our plea to be seen as a human being

Who loves

//

Sad the song that lingers

The death that has arrived

The pain we invited in

And glorified

/::/

The pages of our poetry

Scattered in the wind

That end up

**** stained

In corpse strewn alleyways

( our lovers ! )

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Write on Poets of Love !

Write on !

Till the last of you is gone

& in the Silence

We might find Peace