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Aug 2016
I still fathom your demise

The roads are begging of return

You leave your house because of the weather

We speak of promises

I won't be much longer

Georgia and its quietness

Defining ruin the best way possible

Here lies the only answer you expect

Of silence

The pain and I

Bring your own home
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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