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Apr 2019
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.
Written by
Matt Bernstein  25/M/Atlanta
(25/M/Atlanta)   
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       Matt Bernstein, Gina, Ray Dunn and Loser
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