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Jun 2015
I shall head, ignorant and afraid,
Into the abyss,
By my elders I am forbade,
Nevertheless I go, my head a pandemonium of amiss.

Where the blood falls like rain I travel,
And on my knees curse an unknown God,
Right in front of me life unravels,
The desert of the unknown God.

I am drowning, and yet I can breathe,
I breathe the water and the water breathes me,
A flower, a flower! Dare I believe,
Oh sinful flower, will you give me your seed?
ShitHead
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   Simon Woodstock
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