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Mar 2010
Strike a cord
Shoot the vile
Break my hands
Type a bible

Spring soft chimes
Across the glass
A million childs
Start to laugh

Burning leaves
Acrid taste
Fill my cuts
Creamy paste

Delicious country
Sprawling space
Infinity beckons
Take your place

Take your place
PK Wakefield
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