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Apr 2017
We look on paths yet to be cleared,
yearn for stars as yet unseen,
set sail for unknown destinations,
blind in the vortex of a pitch black night,
souls that wander in darkest shadows,
searching for moons made of stone,
reaching forth through the void,
touching things that can never be seen,
take my hand through this thin veil,
for I will show you what is to become,
tears for the dead in oceans of green,
pleasures that abound in opulent days,
this is my covenant with the lost and found.
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
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