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Echo

Corruption falls through the hands of the young
And the weary let it pass through their lips
Echoing what has never come, what shall not be

We raise our hands to the sky
Lower them for those we mourn
And rest together for a better day.

Tis Late. Comments, as always, appreciated

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  • liduen silver member
    December 12, 2008

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    Yeah for short poems! (Yeah for short attention spans!) I really like this...and like KT....I'm half a sleep...so thats all the inteligbility (sp?) you'll get out of me for now. Great job!


  • StarIlluminated
    December 11, 2008

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    Awesome Meredith! Yeah, sorry that's all I have to say, but I'm about to go to bed and I'm tryna shut down my brain.

    *KT*