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Nov 2017
Lost in the metaphor we cry acid
Tears that sear our rendered thought flesh self face
Cursing the pain we bleed this that them they
And throw away the dream source out to indefinite
Realms of consciousness breeding anguished error
Naturally as falling off a
Heaven
been there
Mark Wanless
Written by
Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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   Dimitrios Sarris
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