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A Sabo poem.
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One blind eye was not enough,
To distort the face upon the page;
An obituary for a life that's snuffed,
A brother he forgot until that day.
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One shed tear was not enough,
To match the screams that wouldn't come;
For in his heart his life felt cuffed.
Newfound freedom was a life undone.
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See, one regret was not enough,
To repent and repent for an absence now.
Visiting the grave was not the true stuff.
Why was he silent when his screams are so loud?
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Inspired by Episode 738.
-Soul Spirit-
