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Aug 2011
Cast the crass stone,
The day fades into,
Where I've been to,
Of past and of pestilence,
To plague my mind till,
Days of rain sustain,
That numbing absence hurts,
Of burning faults I burst,
Imploding on myself,
Taking with me,
All in vain,
That last shred of health,
Those lasting of my folly,
I cringe again
Jack Touchet
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Jack Touchet
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   Samuel
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