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Aug 2015
As it gets overwhelming he hit the wall with his fists
and prays silently

" why god? " , he wonders
because he sees his soul in bits

Dreaming is a curse
in a land where the good gets the worst
in this trip we're out of lanes
and no reverse
Written by
   mark cleavenger
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