The Parade

July 11, 2010
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Voices pulse all around,
While coursing pains,
Of heartache,
Take there tole.
Precious memories,
Of the once,
Seemingly perfect,
Parades to warmer,
Days were gone.
Now change,
Like wind,
Which breath the,
Fires have,
But heroically,
Pierced my fear.

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