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Apr 2014
A moment of silence,
For my pride
Six feet under, he
Now abides
A moment of hesitance,
Can't go on
To see the show
Wait till it's gone
A moment of sorrow,
Not tears of joy
Acid rain
Melts my ploy
A moment to early,
Not there often
A moment too late
Made my heart soften

A moment of silence,
For us now
It's getting better
But when and how
A moment of violence,
With my ghosts
I raised a glass
With nothing to toast.
ryan
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ryan  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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