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Sunday, April 12, 2015

Damages


Life, as I know, is broken
Without a means to mend

Days go on just a token
No joy to nurture or tend

Dull and gray everything seems
Without a hope to clutch on

Not a ray of bright gleams
Nor hopes of a dazzling dawn

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