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There’s an innocence, Like children playing in graveyards, That we’ve lost. and There’s a wanderlust, Like a dandelion’s progeny, That we’ve abandoned. And There’s a love, Like the echoes under eyelids, That we never forget. And There’s a task, Like sand on an ant’s back, That we endure. And That task, Like the broken backs before, Ends And only when we do.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
liam-c-calhoun
Gambol prior Graveyard
There’s an innocence, Like children playing in graveyards, That we’ve lost. and There’s a wanderlust, Like a dandelion’s progeny, That we’ve abandoned. And There’s a love, Like the echoes under eyelids, That we never forget. And There’s a task, Like sand on an ant’s back, That we endure. And That task, Like the broken backs before, Ends And only when we do.
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