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Aug 2016
Vines grip feet
Ends never meet

I'm feeling crowded inside
Cold wind blows at my side
Microbes eat me alive

Feeling alone
Is better compared to this

Crushing my eyes
The darkness yields a surprise
Monolith of incredible size
A heavy soft serve with ice
Bleeding Edge
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Bleeding Edge  The Woods
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