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Wars no one will win
Paper forests set heaven on fire
Defaced walls of broken words
Like a worn deck of cards will shuffle
Hands of dreams fold losing bets
A single penny spinning slow
Disturbing the coppery snow
Premise all too thin
Lets the seller beware the buyer
Stolen stores of awful resume
Nothing left too right for who's to say ?
Tonight the trees ignite and burn like sin
Defaced walls of broken words
Paper forests set heaven on fire
Wars no one will win.



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Written on 2017-12-26 at 09:07

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