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Intervento
Contributed by
MattHolcombe
on
Tuesday, 7th June 2011 @ 03:57:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I am drenched in blood, But most things are clear, We are all human, But getting killed in the process, All buildings have to rise, But every brick can be broken.
I wipe the blood, But I still see red, Against greater opposition, But I have no weakness, A gift to my beloved, But she is no longer with me, I cry every day, But I do not care.
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MattHolcombe
... [
2011-06-07 15:57:33] (Date/Time posted on
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