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Oct 2016
It’s difficult to dance when our legs are dark with bruises.
We can’t remember love if we make love to our excuses.
Bathing bare and naked in our ignorance and pride,
The toxic water poisons us, and plagues us with divide.

The truth about our childhood is that it must decay.
January must expire to thaw the ice for May.
The soldiers have no more to eat; they beg to end the war.
They question if their covenant is one worth fighting for,

Yet still we drink the poison,
Yet still we dance away.
We desperately so wish to love,
But know I cannot stay.

Tell me how we built this home,
Lest that we forget,
Because after the fires, the floods, the pain,
You’re all that I have left.
Phoenix Pascal
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