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Feb 2014
The screams are blank
You are grey
You cry to me
I run away
You love for free
They shout my name
Heaven's gates have a fee
I turn for help
The crowd's gone silent
Turn back around
And nothing's quiet
Michael Kenneth Christian
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Michael Kenneth Christian  Texas
(Texas)   
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