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May 2015
Oxygen deprivation,
faces turning blue.
Everyone I see is me
beneath the full moon.

Seas and oceans swallow
each and every person
whom ever I do follow,
the rapture's coming soon.

Are they real, these drowning fiends?
I guess I'll only know in time.
I don't think I thought these floods
pouring deep from within my mind.
I hate
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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