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Jan 2015
We are always heading there
A cool wet cloth to calm a dry cough
A cold compress to conquer a fever
But sometime it’s not enough to wake the sleeper
The heart’s keeper must be released
The cycle must be appeased
And we head home
Not to heaven’s gate
But to an endless slumber
From which no number
Has ever managed to awake
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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     ---, Graff1980, Sombro and Jamie King
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