In imitation of what is Great

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Thru the high school
Parking lot

In the hours
Before

Dawn

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Ghosts of the 1000 children there

They came and left
And took

THE YEARS

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Police car sirens mar the calm

The deadly games we dote upon

Soon the girls like painted ******

Will walk with vengeance in their eyes

Thru these prisoning doors

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In imitation of the Great

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He can't remember what is real

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He knows that he should feel something

He knows he wants you to appear

With a face unstreaked with pain

He wants to love and to adore

To hold you in his sheltering heart

He wants you to appear

He waits and waits until the years

Swallow you both and then is gone

To wherever it is

That death is born

Back to where the seed was torn