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The door between us

His eyes so full were old with shattered dreams

What empty tears those eyes had never shed

His stoic heart held abundant pride within

comfort was in vain for all was dead

 

he travelled life and slaughtered every feeling

he built a wall that strength could never mark

How could i ever try to understand

You see my skin is white while his is dark.

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May 3, 2010
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