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Aug 2016
I am a wandering soul
I do enjoy the cold
When you become numb
You can't feel it when you run
I spread my arms wide
My fingertips and the sky collide
A dazzling sea of bright
I feel the world's might
I am singular tonight
Bleeding Edge
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Bleeding Edge  The Woods
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