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Jan 2016
Wars burnt me
Out on everyone's problems.
"You promised."

I'm not a man of my word
I'm not supposed to be your hero
I'm not anyone's savior.

But I promised.

She followed me
From gray skies to gray skies
Timbered trees to dark forest.

The gray skies made her talk
The dark forest made her feel safe
The terror wasn't quite so terrible.

Because I promised.
Travis Cox
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