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Gentle (                   •                           ) Gentle                                                                           • Ah the broken child Creeping     Weeping Seeing into the ********** Bedroom morning The cold hard breakfast stares The schoolyards fascist playings The razor sharp with its Semi - celestial paintings Oh deaf ears      Blinded eyes! Still Do not mourn this ruptured toy Neither sister brother Father    Mother AFTER THE FIRST DEATH THERE IS NO OTHER ///// We of the painted smiley face ! We of the ******* I LOVE YOU LIE The child seeks our poisoned dreams Most damning ties The eternal painless ( hence joyless ) life Do not mourn the false sense of              Forever AFTER THE FIRST DEATH THERE IS NO OTHER //// Weep for more substantial things The death of hope The rapine wars of lust and greed Pass by this child on ****** sheets This  corpse - like semblance of our divinity Perhaps you'll see a road that you must follow farther AFTER THE FIRST DEATH THERE IS NO OTHER
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
from ( in a way ) Dylan Thomas
Gentle (                   •                           ) Gentle                                                                           • Ah the broken child Creeping     Weeping Seeing into the ********** Bedroom morning The cold hard breakfast stares The schoolyards fascist playings The razor sharp with its Semi - celestial paintings Oh deaf ears      Blinded eyes! Still Do not mourn this ruptured toy Neither sister brother Father    Mother AFTER THE FIRST DEATH THERE IS NO OTHER ///// We of the painted smiley face ! We of the ******* I LOVE YOU LIE The child seeks our poisoned dreams Most damning ties The eternal painless ( hence joyless ) life Do not mourn the false sense of              Forever AFTER THE FIRST DEATH THERE IS NO OTHER //// Weep for more substantial things The death of hope The rapine wars of lust and greed Pass by this child on ****** sheets This  corpse - like semblance of our divinity Perhaps you'll see a road that you must follow farther AFTER THE FIRST DEATH THERE IS NO OTHER
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
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