January 10, 2009

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holes in the night sky
alive and bleeding for true life craved
this soil cracks and shifts
any semblance of normal evaporates
wearing thin the veil of peace
still there lies holes in little hearts
no understanding of fear and conflict
patched over with incomplete news articles
the world questions half of the story
shaking more of what can be shaken
flying rockets polishing an honesty
the audience doesn't see
just gaining a few square feet of the kingdom
for the world still walking blind
8*1*09

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