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Trashed and Dead

In the land I love
I lost my mind when
I came home alone
to try and unwind.

I fell over the trashed
appearence of my house
they took big things
little, killed my heart.

dead I am, dead I stay.
can anyone rescue me?
or destined to cry tears
noone holding my fears.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)