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Jun 2012
Softly whimpering through recurring dreams
thoughts flood his head
its all what it seems
arms of lead
soft murmurs gives way to screams

Deprivation of the purest thing
silent torture on an expressionless face
cynical thoughts worn like a ring
peer into his eyes and see his mind race
all the memories shall forever sting
Floyd Hunter Schanz
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