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Nov 2011
Crisp, clear drops
Fall so far, so fast
Splashing off leaking life
From cold paths we past

Lying gently alone
As light shines suddenly
Revealing a heart lost
Life flowing out slowly

In gray, dim light
A figure stumbles
Slipping into the light
Leaving a man so humbled

None see this treachery
So I now die alone
Freed from my senses
I grow cold as stone
Blaise Tyler Beach
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Blaise Tyler Beach  M/Parma, Ohio
(M/Parma, Ohio)   
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   Elizabeth mikol
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