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Jun 2011
I longed to die --
   to simply cease --
he showed no mercy
with savage restraint.
He talked of never being
   forgiven...
all sanity gone --
time hangs heavy
in the hidden places
of the exiles,
in the cold, morbid
relentlessness of an
unforgiving night.
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