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A trace of history stalks me in the night A farewell is far to be reckoned Not many and the very few See past the pool of blood Rhetoric, rants, gossip fake their banter shake nothing                             n                       o                                t                              h                          i                               n                            g It all comes tumbling down its moment fixated on the present Never leaving behind its mistakes Never challenging their own ways Begging only for remorse To be heard To be applauded History and its predicament brings pity and shame
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
A Pool of Blood
A trace of history stalks me in the night A farewell is far to be reckoned Not many and the very few See past the pool of blood Rhetoric, rants, gossip fake their banter shake nothing                             n                       o                                t                              h                          i                               n                            g It all comes tumbling down its moment fixated on the present Never leaving behind its mistakes Never challenging their own ways Begging only for remorse To be heard To be applauded History and its predicament brings pity and shame
deborah-hong
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
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