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Sep 2015
There is no way to tell
how cold it used to be
But
Everybody wore
The sun and finding
You out there was
Standard practice.
You'd go in and close
The door behind you,
And
The man nearest you
Would
**** you back onto
The ice
and without a backward glance,
you would fall
I don’t understand
Why won’t you just
look at me? -DDF
I really enjoy this. It's not my usual.
Destiny Fleming
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Destiny Fleming  The Abyss
(The Abyss)   
715
   Sami Rose and NV
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