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Profit from War
They Shall
Repay back the Blood
A Thousand times Fold
Just want to Dance
Pastel Colors in my hands
And there the Bombs go

Can you pick me up
I Will be waiting
On the porch
With Canvases
And Quarter notes

I write I Think
Try not to get Lost
In the shuffle of
Pen and Ink

We can take
The sorrow
From where
The Ocean
Meets the Sky
And Repaint
The World



Credits
Writer(s): Enoch Bledsoe
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