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Jul 2014
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The song goes its own way

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The tiny child limps along


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The young girl!

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If I knew you

I still so



The anger growing on the fringes

Of the abandoned afternoon

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On the edges the ugly death

Appears in the eyes that choose to see
Written by
jeffrey robin
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