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Murmers From the Floor Boards

-Stoop to my Level-

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Like the new day
You change along with it
Our differences mark us
Religion, our great divider
Standing, but not together
Falling apart behind the smoke.
Posted by Scratch at 2:34 AM

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