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Dec 2016
Astral projection
against my will.
I float feloniously,
clinging to my sill.

Remote viewed,
remote controlled,
perhaps my soul,
has been sold.

Purposeful pain inflicted,
ripped from the inside,
id and ego cleft,
terror at high tide.

My inner self, hoisted,
now dropped like rain.
my mind is the cause,
of my intense soulful pain.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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