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Jan 2015
Vigilant at best
These tendrils of my mind
Enduring the mixture
Of gold and blood
To the graphite center
Of your dear heart
May I speak true?
Of perception
Through wires
Not bound
In the vivid corruption
That is my home
But of truth
Buried
With such a sweet friend
Forever
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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   Kaitlyn Price, --- and ---
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