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Aug 2016
Such fury with which our inner oceans are churned
By myriad lives unspent in the illusory realms of duty
Ancient whispers under fissuring heathen altars deafened
With one blurred arm in the locusts' swarm
We shudder to bury the Old Gods
Their reticence echoing volumes into this new Armageddon
Miles Cottingham
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Miles Cottingham  26/M/Nashville, TN
(26/M/Nashville, TN)   
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