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written by: David Maynard



It’s a hell of a ride
Eyes wide open
Quiver inside
Love your heroes
Loathe those you despise
No longer the end
Trying to survive
True grit
Bad sign
Momma’s boy
Soured brine
Bastard son
Losing faith
Tightrope walking
Keeping pace
Eligant foul
Twisting hyperbole
Noisy chatter
Often disturbing me
Engine winds
Eulogy unread
Peace of mind
Never dead
Quickly born
Space between
Heaven Hell
Make believe
Soul tormented
Yearning for closure
Blistered and scarred
Too much exposure

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