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Winds  


( The world is erased )

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We tell so many stories ( but why ? )



They are so archaic !


( fragile as love )

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We ***** about

We love to reminisce
About an imaginary past
Where happiness was not so rare

And somehow goodness was known

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We saw thru childish eyes

We pledged allegiance !

We talked of bibles and god

We even voted !

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Who is left?

Who is still standing ?

Whose love means something now that all hope is gone ?

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She wanders up to me

She offers herself and points up at the grimy hotel

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I walk on toward the sea

She continues to walk besides me

A son appears

A bow and arrow in his hand

We are ready to be what is necessary

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We walk across the waters till the mountain is seen


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