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Mar 2015
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Remnant          

               Of the days

////

we die too silently                                                            

like we don't care

••

Soft her *******

                                            ( She gave as an offering  )

Under the stars                                                      


Every sweet child was there

//

No one plays anymore

                              //

she said

I DON'T EVEN KNOW

WHAT

I DO

LET ALONE

WHY

I DO IT !

/////

I said

TIME FOR A WALK BELOW THE STARS

//

( gentle offering )

Every sweet child was there
Written by
jeffrey robin
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   Arlo Disarray
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