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Apr 2015
heart's forlorn atrophy
doubt haunting like ghosts
screaming my name in vain

this isnt misery, saddness or anger
its the last call on the final night, before..
the bottom of the hole
Axion Prelude
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Axion Prelude
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   Nancy E Tracy
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