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Jan 2016
The time says its unholy but we say we are already in hell. 
Nothing to lose besides our prayers.
Shut the hour, let me sleep. 
"The pills will help with that," but they'll take away the motive. 
This isn't working. But then again what is?
An excerpt from the short story
"No Cry for Love" by Mickey Lucas. Currently still in the works.
Mickey Lucas
Written by
Mickey Lucas  Canada
(Canada)   
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