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Tragedy ruins Barricades And dams within Minds, Releasing Memories -Thoughts- Thought to be Confined And restrained Beneath Clean beds, Behind Closed doors, Far from The confines Of comfort Tragedy is Reminiscent Of people Places Or things That never Change, Never could Tragedy is Perpetual, Steeping in Contentment, Releasing Notes of Burning oak Gasoline And oxides Into the lungs Of innocents And The uneducated, Never to Understand That both Beauty And privilege Are nurtured by The arms Of tragedy
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Our Private Tragedies
Tragedy ruins Barricades And dams within Minds, Releasing Memories -Thoughts- Thought to be Confined And restrained Beneath Clean beds, Behind Closed doors, Far from The confines Of comfort Tragedy is Reminiscent Of people Places Or things That never Change, Never could Tragedy is Perpetual, Steeping in Contentment, Releasing Notes of Burning oak Gasoline And oxides Into the lungs Of innocents And The uneducated, Never to Understand That both Beauty And privilege Are nurtured by The arms Of tragedy
jake-griffith
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
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