Samuel Dickinson · Jun 14, 2011
Together

The whole foundation of the recognized word
Could be crumbling behind our eyes
And it would not matter

Great missiles of anger and hate may be aimed at us, fingers
Poised above powerful buttons
And it would not matter

Because right now
Here
You are with me
And I am with you

 
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