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Apr 2015
My body nothing but an empty carcass rotting in the sun.
Walking across a ******* ocean of the dead and dumb.
Close to the end, the horizon at my finger tips, reaching, my skin rips.
Exposing my blood not red but black i feel my lungs collapse, i fall on my back.
The journey through my mind.
SimonIsDeath
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   Ky Blackstar
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