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Aug 2012
I grew from the belly
Of a secluded corridor
Surrounded by alone

Crying energy branching outward
Desperate for mothers touch
Hungry for purpose

Soot and saw dust hands
Incepting a concepts conception
To be given yourself

Glueing answers from questions
A palace of paradigms
Parts truer than whole

Looking for loopholes
Searching for stories
Digging for death
Nicholas Rew
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