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Jun 2017
Return me to dust.
Benefit my lust.
Or joyful adventure of this journey so called "love"

Return me to dust and the wind we sweep me away.
Let my ashes remain.
And not a single one of them lie in your hands that were ever colder than mine will ever be.

Even in death.
Under Empty Skies
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Under Empty Skies  Austin TX
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