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Mar 2014
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A tempo, pounding to the beat
deafening to even the largest of beings.

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Looked to the ground at still feet
a sound much louder than they could create.

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On hands and knees,
the Earth is not breaking it seems,
though tragedy runs true in its beat.

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Tears stream from my eyes,
but at a rate that could never keep pace.

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Body collapses,
What that single drop all it takes?

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You storm out, anger painted on your face,
my heart beats and breaks begging for you to stay.
Corvaughn Dante Henson
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