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Jan 2015
If i had a reason
this would go to hell on demand.
But yet there you are,
skinny white like a former life
but so uniquely alive, i find!

You!
What a sour love!
I fly Through
And above!
I worship your kind.

How curious we are
to simply love and find
opposition so close and not far

i am yet to understand aliens
to our minds
and grab hold of
me...
I cannot be better than this
if i write destruction you don't care, but if i write about my dead ones you spawn like bacteria.. are you ok?
We should never
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We should never
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   Nope and Erenn
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