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Jun 2012
No one is going to purpose a toast
For ghosts endlessly dwindling
In rooms full of the living
Too scared to live.

To kids helplessly
Drunk on petty gimmick
With an authority of contempt
Held for anyone but themselves.

Taught to fear for love.
Begged to save face rather than soul.
Told that to die is to live.
Christopher Blanck
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