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Jan 2013
The mountain covered the entire small town in its darkness; when night fall comes you can not see the horizon.
I go towards the mountain where all is at peace and all is still, where the black peak cuts into the clouds.
I would ask you to come, but your mind is caved with the shadows;
that used to be you.
I am such a ******
Matt Holt
Written by
Matt Holt  Portland
(Portland)   
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