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Sep 2015
I am the messenger of exhuastive sighs, the wondering bard of the tooling mind

Closely I thread my skin, into the sanity of a self that never has pulsed electric movements

I am the ghost of a present, that was never real

Only a past, wearing a suit of terrocata
Astral
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Astral  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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   Cecil Miller
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