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May 2015
Death doesn't scare me,
at times I even welcome it.
Change doesn't change me,
I live for it.
Now my love, that could **** me.
My soul doesn't belong to sense,
my mind doesn't know what coherence means.
And my heart, well it's already too late.
That's already his.
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La Guerra Continua  21/In permanent transition
(21/In permanent transition)   
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   Camron Elliott
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