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Jan 2015
I am burdened as a soul
With no flight path
No way out
No way in
The meaningless operation of my souls path
Was not really meant for earth
And how could I?
How could I really?
How could I die here?
I wasn't born here
My soul
Intangible
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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   Kate Irons
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