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Jul 2012
Heather, will you come back home?
I'm tired of being alone like
a drunk on Christmas morning.
Mourning Ground Zero
where the bomb went off,
and the crater still stands,
a scar on the earth and in my
mind to remind me that the
past is permanent.
It's permanent.
Charles Barnett
Written by
Charles Barnett  Ironton, Ohio
(Ironton, Ohio)   
683
   vircapio gale
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