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the walking wounded
emotional zombies suffer pained awakenings their nightmares grizzle in another colorless day, misery lasts for an eternity that is too grey but never long enough for them to forget the walking wounded sentimental cripples hobble through love life gives up no presents bequests nothing that the past does not destroy how not to remember? the walking wounded children, unforgiven, too tiny to fall from the nest broken unsoaring they never attain tomorrow it's a muddied path, they slip stones crumble under foot sunrise and sunset meld into a promise never kept the walking wounded [2007.9.1...a] Revised 9/2/2009
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