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Mar 2016
Nothing shines up a halo faster than death
but in living we chase the last living breath
forgiveness is for those who draw in the air
those whose lungs are caked with mistakes
know nothing, only the living care they are there
no longer, what is buried or burnt cannot ache
not even the heart knows when it is too late
Written by
Peter Roads
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   mark cleavenger
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