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Oct 2018
A fresh rising sun, grass glazed in dew
thhe sweet sweet sound of the robins tune,
Sounds of the storm begin to brew
humming along to thhe robins tune;
inside the palace,
        -the guilt,
        -the shame,
it grumbles and growls
but you're not the same.
Slaughtering deafening silence
in you,
continue to follow the robins tune.
Written by
AW Gray  21/M/Scotland
(21/M/Scotland)   
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   Shane Roller
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