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Jan 2016
As my skin lay rotting on the ground beside my feet I can see my heart beating in my chest within the beat of my heart can restore that which is lost among the remnants of the past and as I lay my head to rest I feel the cool dark embrace of the winds of change that envelope my soul to see the beauty that you see in me I find a future dripping among my veins
Zack Witzig
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Zack Witzig  26/Canada
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