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Jun 2015
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We are the remnants

We are the last of the tribe

We are mostly memory

The old trails are broken

The dreams have faded

And love is truly gone from here



we talk in vain promises

We hold each other in prison arms

we write insane poems of ourselves

And to ourselves

••

Scorn

""

( it's okay )

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listen !

Dear friend of mine !'

It is all still possible

But

To live again

You must not be afraid to die

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From out the fog of pain

Into the mystic night

Yes ! Yes !

It is I

It is I will meet you there
Written by
jeffrey robin
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