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Jan 2015
As it was, it was only a thin paper wall
Culminating a firey froth
Warm pulp leaks past the surface
Pooling in my hand
Rufescent embers crackling
Powder soft like sunny wind
Soon I will be the bitter breeze
Adam Jones
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Adam Jones  Bumfuck, Misery
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