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Oct 2016
This train rolls down the tracks of my grave. Shaking away,what I took in my death. This train ,fast and strong. Warning sound in life. My eyes see their ways. The wind blowing the trees ,removing the leaves of emotions and love. That dreams could never be. Just a dream. My roots weak and thirsty. I fall to pieces, and my life is over. I tend the weeds that took me over. I feed the lies that terminated my heart, bleeding amongst these humans- who refused to see,me. Their faith,was a bulldozer that drove their justifying ******. Torn between the enemy of the white clothed. Do you see me, here I am. I feel, did you know that, that I feel. Tormenting my heart, alone. Do you see me, here I am on my knees. Do you see me, here I am please LOVE me.
Jeremy Lowry
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Jeremy Lowry  Hollywood
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