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Dec 2015
The room painted in crimson
The body posed with biblical grace
Heavy breathes are the only presence
A stunted panic in them
There stands the beast
Or so we would say
But as human as the rest of us
Why it occured?
That is where the pain lies
Not in the death
But in the meaning
Astral
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Astral  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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