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Apr 2015
This insignifigance thats me.
I dont spell great yet still you hear me.
This thing inside i need to free.
It will not let me be.
The clock just tick here all day long.
And day and night. The right the wrong.

The song that songbirds rarely sing.
The truth of one mans travelling.
Unravelling. Unknown.Unbroken.
Words that many leave unspoken.
******* tokens for my stead.
It costs so much here in my head.
My head! Sometimes it tortures me.
Yet nothing near what soldiers see.
Or men like me. Be ninety three.
Who lived and loved and lost. They see!
So always be the good you see.
Dont be a selfish fool like me!
Written by
corey larson  rock springs
(rock springs)   
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   Nathan Cross
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