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Jan 2015
You tell me that the world is pretty
That we are only wanderers
Under an unknown sky.
That if I closed my eyes and prayed
We would never try to die.
But last night a plane crashed into a man
And children never went to class.
You sat on a worn porch
And drank beer as it rained.
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kj
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   Solaces
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