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Oct 2010
all form
gone

all faces
free

tell me now
your name
--

all the anger
all the ******
rage
and ****
--

gentle people
still remain
--

your  truth
live it
and be done
with maudlin sentimentality

your truth
tell me

(if you would)
--

nothing remains

tiny children

come home
Written by
jeffrey robin
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