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Aug 2010
there's not a word original
when the eyes are starting to dull
on the lips of beatniks that pull
their inspiration from the lull
in their mind's eye
when blue skies fly
above the lie
i told you
just to hold you
a while longer
it made me stronger
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
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