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January 20, 2017
The fire turns blue
Eyes turn red
Sanity is overdue
Life becomes a thread
Pages are turning
Daises are dancing
The thoughts begin churning
War looks enticing
Tables are turning
Lives become paper
Families are mourning
Mercy turns to vapor
The other is found
A yin to a yang
Fates have been bound
The church bells have rang
Peace is futile
The past is an omen
The love isn’t mutual
It’s gone again…
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