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May 2015
always climbing up that hill
trying to hide from the devil
now i am losing that climbing will
under ground, it's always level

(walked the weeping sands
of seven lonely seasons
my conscience seared in strands
by full-level demons)

always running from that flame
trying to hide from the fire
constant climbing, in God's name
the flames keep getting higher
Big thanks to Jason, for helping me finish this piece.
GaryFairy
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GaryFairy  54/M/Cleveland, Ohio
(54/M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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