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Yesterday’s friend,
Now I know how you
Felt, how the years of silence
Must have pierced
Your heart like a
Needle going through
The eye of the camel.
If the rich man cannot
Enter heaven by limousine
How can the beggar
Simply walk right in?
Are there still prayers
To pray? Is life itself the
Indulgence one must pay?
I don’t know why you
Tossed in your sleep
Those many dark nights.
Where did you seek the change?
It is hard to live with ghosts,
To make deals with the devil,
To bury the only life you have
To only have it raise up
To strangle your ghost on the
Last day.
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