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Oct 2012
In two hours
you will be dead
skies will open forth
angels weep
and while the sky falls
the world turns
not an eye weeps
for the dreamer who wont awaken
for even in death
no changes
even the coffee
still tastes same
Written by
Aaron Bray  Day-Glow
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