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The Last Refuge of Sound is Down

This is Our Blog.This is Our App.

The Last Refuge of Sound

Is us turning around

To face the pack

The pack of wolves

That start with an F

a T

an R

and an i

We open our app

Read a post

And say goodbye

To enjoy the yellow sun

The green trees

And the blue sky

Because we are done being manipulated

Till the day that we die

We heal with consistency

We heal with time

These are our prayers

To take back our lives


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Sadly this is the final post

Of an idea that was pure

That is now fleeting like a ghost


It kills me to say

That with pleasure

Come pain


But that is life

Now-a-days


I will miss my friend

I will miss this part of my life

And I can only do right

If I find success

At the end of the night


Scincerely, Keith Carmody



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The Last Refuge of Sound

This is Our Blog
This is Our App
The Last Refuge of Sound is turning around

To face the pack

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