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Jul 2016
Brown bleeds to blue and back again
while man sits upon his legacy
as if it were the throne of a king.

New days come to those
who least expect the throws
of a moral quandary.

New days dream of those
who dream to dispose
of their old ways.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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