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Dec 2011
Using spirits to drown demons,
using every excuse in the book to avoid eyes in the mirror.
A surreal, septic,
self-destructive narcissicism.

I want to be saved or see the dream
played backwards,
like antichrist orchestra, like
outside-inned extraordinary,
exploring your heart, veins,
no more pains;
held to your face
by your guiding hands.
wm jones
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wm jones  Atlanta, Georgia, USA
(Atlanta, Georgia, USA)   
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