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Jun 2015
I know the broken glass blew across my aching skull, it was a whirlwind of mayhem and sorrow

As the seeping wounds of my former pasts, came to infection among this crystal skins

The withered limbs began to howl with a sickening moan, as there rotted flesh began to form my mnds eye

As the saw toothed beast ate its way into my bones, I watched above as the stars danced in wonder

With screams of horror across my ears, as burrowing little creatures seeped into my blood

I looked at a silver heron, taking flight with such beautiful grace
Astral
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Astral  Georgia
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