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Jun 2016
Cheerless sunsets have set me free
Just like the moons dreary face opened me
Terrors of the night have shaken me
But their earthquake roars and awakens me

All the Judas’s of the world brought me flowers
I plucked my finger on the blade of their thorns
My heart pumped blood pathetically, leaking
I was terrified, I dropped dead out of the light

I feel lost, but opened to a grand terrain
There are colors flickering in the chilling wind
Freezes first the skin then warms and frees within
I outstretch my arms and grasp the sky

I cannot fear for I do not care, welcome the unfolding
For this is life
e.s.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
(San Fransisco)   
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   Abdullah Ayyash
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