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Jan 2015
19
It was all in smoke.
A reminiscience of Vietnam, the
time before
that defied what was hence.
And here we were at the pinnacle, the salt of all the earth's accumulations.
Her own spawn who
turned back to the sorcerer,
the cloaked shaman who worshipped the cave bear and scratched his visions
on the walls of his prehistoric domain.
Teagan DeVoe
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Teagan DeVoe
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   Joseph Schneider and AJ
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