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Sep 2017
Seep into every last pore of my skin
Then swim through my veins
Like a viper within
Fading back into black
Where I sharpen the senses
And spear-tip my heart
In the venomous lenses
The darkest dimensions
From volcanic ash
And a mountain of doom
I have watched the skies burn
Now my tomb is the moon
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  29/M/California
(29/M/California)   
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