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Things Is BackwardsThe war machine / Always fed first / The budget for weapons / Never suffers from thirst / While chil
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Feb 23, 2017
Slammed Doors and Burnt BridgesSlamming doors and burning bridges / they're pretty much the same / once it's done there's no turnin
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Feb 20, 2017
The Defect DetectorLong has he lived / Finding fault as his aim / You see he was quite lonely / At the start just a gam
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Aug 31, 2016
FullIt is not your glow dear lamp of the night, / but your tidal draw upon my mind that keeps me from my
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Aug 28, 2016
DistressThe dense smoke hides the sun. / Now enveloped in this darkness / I am alone, yet / there is no peac
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Aug 28, 2016
From the PumpkinI stepped from the pumpkin, / found the sky to be littered. / There were bright shiny stars, / they
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Aug 21, 2016
ReflectionsHis mind was closed, / he would not see. / The hours we spent arguing. / they never made a differenc
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Jul 27, 2016
The Battle Field has Come HomeThis armed America / the one they told us / would be a polite society / when all carry weapons / our
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Jul 8, 2016
An Unwelcome GuestThe door was opened. / Yesterday stood before me, / baggage in hand. / Visions of my past came in dr
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Jun 16, 2016
It Could Be Once in a LifeThe eyes hurt. / I so want to close them. / Yet I will suffer the pain / rather than miss the beauty
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May 31, 2016
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