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Apr 9
Raise the flag!
The lucky lost
fighting waves of inky stars.

Sleepless soldiers
on silent streets,
waging war on the wild and wistful.

Fall in line,
learn our song!
These ragged ranks have room for all.

So long as dreams ne'er come
and nightmares run,
we will whisper our violent lullabies.
#8 in my Year One collection, from notes on 11/19
Written by
Matt Bernstein  24/M/Atlanta
(24/M/Atlanta)   
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       Matt Bernstein, Gina, Ray Dunn and Loser
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