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Jan 2013
Rolling in twitches the eyes ****** into the back of his head, as his lungs contracted and feathered his last breath, out of his flailing nostril, and into my breath of disbelief, holding it in deep, and breathing out with ease,  the memories and storms of a fallen warrior born unto death.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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