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Dec 2014
Oh how feeble I was so lost amongst bitter thorns
And how the light twined like ivy vine in every curve
How she blossomed like a rose in the spring
Almond eyes like diamonds floating in space
Her viridescant presence made my very heart sing
I will crumble like a rock turns to sand
My gift to you my empty hand..
Adam Jones
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Adam Jones  Bumfuck, Misery
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