this is the place I hang my head
the dreams i dreampt are long since dead
in the time it takes to write a verse
another shot is twice disperced
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this is the place i sew the seed
of the lie that flourished(an became a tree)
now a garden never mowed
an empty shell of a former soul
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this it the time i slung so low
that i grazed my hand on sand and stone
never knowing is to never care
and on and on till lungs cant bare air
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this is the place I end my rhyme
executed in walls of precision time
I'll leave you with another line...
i loved and lost in too short a time....
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