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Jul 2017
Shadow of pretense
Illusions and mistakes
Strewn fragments of
Premeditated intentions
Was that a glitch in the matrix
The soil left the fingernails
The sea shut back
Satiated from absurdity
The freezing mercury quietened
Something sinister awaits
The deceiving calm
A plague blooms in veins
This too, shall not end quietly
I want to gather my bones and my flesh.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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       Born, Timothy and Semihten5
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