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Mar 2015
The cylindrical abyss; a defiled forrest.
Retracting at light.
Receptive to night.
What do you see?
A calm breeze over cool water?
Or burning land and lambs to slaughter
Rising floods beckoned by a spark.
Shine your light where it is dark.
If you find something you fancy,
that really is great.
Just do not take what you cannot replace.
depraVed
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depraVed  Springtown, USA
(Springtown, USA)   
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