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Mar 2016
Life
we’re in your doorway
will you welcome us in
with a table full of melting smells
a call to arms
to arouse that hungry beast
that rests inside our soul

tonight we lay
under the stars
and dream of those
that could be ours
they seem so far
yet lay so close
where do we dream
but with the ghosts
time is cruel
the games that are played
my minds a mess
can it be saved?

the moments rain
down upon each other
and I’ve nothing left to do
but breathe
Sean Devlin
Written by
Sean Devlin  M/East Bay, CA
(M/East Bay, CA)   
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