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Nov 2015
I hate the game though I play and play waiting to steal the queen

The flooded earth looks like afterbirth when I am awoken from my dream

A flower pedal is covered by twisted metal, this world has gone to ****

TheΒ Β abysmal conditions caused by the crowded mission pushes me six feet deeper into this celestial pit

No sense heard, no sense made
I'm blind without a walking stick

Frustrated, disgusted,
I wait for death, if only it came quick
Nicholas Foster
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Nicholas Foster
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