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Red eyed wanderer
Through weeded mazes have I found you,
In an attempt to escape
This labyrinth of echoes.
Naked whispers reminding us that we are
Nostalgic checkered board playing pieces,
Pawning our souls
In this vicious cycle fueled by angst.
Empty hearts held in broken hands
Torn apart by my paged emotions
Played by your demon of six strings.
Cutting cold across faded faces,
Yours is a feeling not known-
Lost is best home grown.
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