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Jul 2013
We haven't gone home yet;
but will we ever?
Will we bother with it?
Are we best left alone (lost)?
Keeping hushed and brushing
(away) each other's (troubles)
hair our of our eyes.
The heart only ever tries.
(and beats on until it dies)
Chris Rodgers
Written by
Chris Rodgers  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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