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hang
Do you hang your trust
from the nearest tree
for all to see
while the faceless crows
ripp compassion
from your bones
as you swing
from the rope
of broken dreams
from the nearest tree
for all to see
while the faceless crows
ripp compassion
from your bones
as you swing
from the rope
of broken dreams
Published 20th Aug 2012
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