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Jan 2015
you hope i die.
i hope i die.

but God won't appease either of us.

my continuing disappointment is a gift
you can never return.

what you thought i could be
is a gift you'll never receive.

let us both pour more wine
for the lie that will always endure.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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