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Aug 2015
the light streams through glass shards
together by stone-pressed force
columns of light refract onto the hard
     and cold wooden floor
dust particles, suspended in free fall, dance as the light
shimmers on their skin
     gleaming like small glints of silver
     the dust fades into the
transcendent, Gone.
Cory Morrell
Written by
Cory Morrell
     Lior Gavra, Jamadhi Verse and ---
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