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Jun 2015
i heard the gods,
they got angry again.
all of the passion
in the world in gone.
i live on top of bricks
and lay on a bed of sorrow.

forever i'm weeping
with the lonely.
all of the people, lonely.

how can i grow?
how can i get better?
out of the dark pit
that i once called my friend.
hear them weeping from the heavens.
open your eyes.
open your ears to your protectors
and listen to their words.
alex a
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