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Dec 2017
You are the only wind through hell.

The gentlest of caresses a cool embrace that warms without heat.

The only Deviation from an existence with little alleviation.

Closest thing I can feel to joy in this place.

Were you stronger you could ******* from here.

Alas I am no kite and must walk out on my own accord.
Written by
Aaron Johnson
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     Glassmuncher and Cné
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