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Dec 2015
Spires reach so high, into the sky
      putting roots so low, into the I
Bells sound so calm, from way afar
      soothing riot heart, from age old scar
Glass stained in blood, to flame my eyes
      causing pain to leave, to sounds of sighs
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NP  In a small place
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