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May 2016
I want everything to become how it once existed

The foolishness of youth
Long cars ride with empty promises on my lips
To dig my nails into the earth again and feel safe

This perished effort to move on leaves me tainted

Next year will not be better

My love for sleep continues with great pace
I sit and stare with smoky eyes

You remain as a still in my rusted memory
Rhet Toombs
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