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Jun 2018
Faithful faults r we.
Wedges pounding our frozen shattered beings.
How a heart beats in granite like masoleums.
Massive monsters we have roaming. Calling home a sense or feeling.
Den of vipers we are owning.
Not a one is, can, will be disowning.
Egos blaspheme steady.
Sa Sa Ra
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Sa Sa Ra
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     Timothy
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