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Apr 2016
flames of hell
burning bright
you can't see it
it's like sunlight

illumination
the only thing
that transforms us
and makes us want to sing

gift from heaven
like a dream
it seems odd
nothing is as it seems

interdimensional
through time and space
seeking truths
all over the place

in this world
on this earth
we feel it all
then locked in a hearse

so before that time
its dawned on me
that nothing is by accident
nothing is as it seems
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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