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ROXY'S POEMS empty like an abandoned well forsaken by the years and dry earth, burned like the sands that bake beneath the carol sun..taken away like that days from a dying mans hands..and left alone like the years spent wondering how we got this far..this is not a game nor a dream but far to real for your own eyes to see..the truth that would be told if only you could see.
