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Monday, October 2, 2017

Loops

Innocent lives meet an unexpected demise.

Legends fall from the fading skies.

Lost for words, don't know what to say.

Tears are shed when violence ends the day.

Shock makes silence when words go down your throat.

I write this little note.

Nothing makes sense, nothing is real.

Though it is, it is real.

These words you read come from me.

Trying to understand, trying to see.

What it means when this occurs,

And everything becomes blurred.

I ask questions but find no answers.

You sang to many unique dancers.

Destruction from pain that isn't sane.

No one asked to play your games. 

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