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Apr 2016
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winds

Blowing thru

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The graveyard yields it's dead

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too numb

The poet falls face down

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The brazen nakedness

Twitching soundlessly in the mud

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She never felt a thing

Fake love

Fake sorrow

//

Winds blow

The graveyard creaks and moans

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We were dead before we died

Face down in the mud



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Written by
Jeffrey Robin  Yuba city. Cal
(Yuba city. Cal)   
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