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Feb 2010
Gravity, friction, and weight have given up the ghost.
The allies have fallen, the battle fields lie thick with carpets
Of bandages and uniforms.
All that remains is truth, and even that is of an indescribable timbre
Undiscovered between uncut pages.
Written by
Ado A
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