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Amnesia

No one is going to purpose a toast

For ghosts endlessly dwindling

In rooms full of the living

Too scared to live.

 

To kids helplessly

Drunk on petty gimmick

With an authority of contempt

Held for anyone but themselves.

 

Taught to fear for love.

Begged to save face rather than soul.

Told that to die is to live.

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christopher-blanck
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Jun 29, 2012
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