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Jan 2013
Stuck.
This mud isn’t going to remove itself.

Floating.
Gravity turns itself off again.

Landed.
Not safely, and with a lot of noise.

Woken up.
Running.
Tripped.
Caught.
Torturing.
Finished.

I’m done.
Refined in Flames
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Refined in Flames  Charleston, SC
(Charleston, SC)   
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