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Mar 2015
I traveled back in time and stared into the pit.

Men crawling and clawing at the open sores of the earth. Stained with the glimmer of something more as the pain whispers into their souls...

Standing tall, shoulders back, they gazed through me.
Dreamer
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Dreamer  Always in Texas
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