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Feb 2015
As I sit here and write,
I put to rest a part of me
that no longer has relivence in this world

I put to rest the hired Hand,
The addict of the white powder paridise.
The distant man with a heart of ice
pushing away all those he loved.

Gone is that shadow man
Its time to come into the light.
Hawk Flight
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Hawk Flight  Living in Hell
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