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Sep 2015
This time it cracks
This time it breaks open
of crevice and chasm
the device is denial

Let us horde it all
in hope and desperation
until it erupts in a bellow
wailing, devoid of clarity

They disappeared
we are not hiding them
death is taking all of this from us
I guess we shoot for greatness

To stupid and numb
to fully comprehend
even upon arrival
wide eyed and dumbfounded

Breathe truth on us
letΒ us see through the bedlam
when truth collides
with mess we are in
Matthew Walsh
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Matthew Walsh  United States
(United States)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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