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Nov 2010
the girl
she was so afraid
her ******* refused to grow.......
...

--

but a flower grew
from the sands of time....
........
..

--
and were you, too
there

with me

and with the perpetual dawn?

--

aint the dyin done?

aint the heros come?

aint the dyin done?

aint the heros come?

--

we wallowed in the culture's
false sense of love

and killed our souls

we wallowed for centuries

in false love

--

but it is dawn

and we are here
Written by
jeffrey robin
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