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Dec 2014
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                                                               there was a truth but it died

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Hello

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The long enslaving

The huddled youth cowering before the MAN

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The ugliness

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I was fountainhead of pure reality

I died 1000 times so you might live

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In the darkness // A LIGHT !

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You applauded !

And fled

Back to mommy's ****** sheets !

And to daddy 's poisoned bed !

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( a bunch a cute little  children really )

As the bombs fell

Amongst the dead

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Old man he

Mumbles to himself as he limps on

Thru the cemetery to the empty street

Remembering

Little love poems in his head

Visions of gross insincerity

And it's prison of loneliness

And the lack of courage and creativity

Even though

( he can hardly dare to say ! )

Everyone KNEW it would end this way

But we didn't want to offend

The patrons of mediocrity

Or to appear in rebelliousness

Or in incivility

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And so we walked on by

Any chance for life

And curled up by the  fire

Imagined lovers

And simply died
Written by
jeffrey robin
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