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To search one's heart
is not an easy task.
I took a stand
on what I still assert.
I must do this.
I can't do what you ask,
not even
if you make yourself be hurt.
Yet each complaint
still...
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The ghosts come out to meet me
from their sleep.
Not as my parents
do they watch the door,
but from each photo's frozen face
they peep and haunt the habits
I can wear no more.
They summon...
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Wake the Dead
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The emotional wheels are spinning,
look at the balance in the weeble wobble.
The gyroscopic confidence...
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