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Dec 2014
It's cold in here
beneath flesh and bone
otherwise ignored.
Wake me when it's warmer.
When the songs are lifted through branches filled with heat.
For now I'll survive.
It's going to be a long winter.
Everything will be alright.
My shadow told me so.
Gregorius Evyrian
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Gregorius Evyrian  Twentynine Palms, CA
(Twentynine Palms, CA)   
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