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Dec 2014
Oh, I'm a nightmare,
cold, naked, proud,
stripped of all lies
and delusions,
carved by definition,
not devotion;
darkened and devilish.

You won't see my healing,
you'll touch it,
you'll taste it,
you'll love it,
live for it,
sin after sin
Dean Eastmond
Written by
Dean Eastmond  Weymouth
   Jenn Nix and GaryFairy
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