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Dec 2012
Sweet smell of cyanide
Into my nares
Death flows freely
Around in the air
Hurled into space
Somewhere out there
Feelings removed
Sensory obscured
Carcass aroused
Comatose no more
Nathan Vienneau
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Nathan Vienneau  Calgary
   Pure LOVE
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