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Feb 2010
you were a peace offering
hope for a future
not the future (i devastated)
but the deja'vu i grasped at
jointly confused and at wits over you through
innuendo consumed conversation.

you were hope,
living, breathing, colorful hope
now--
i have to watch you die
Written by
charley lionhart
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