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Feb 2013
...The air is thick
heavy
burden to the soul
and every beat
gasps for light to flee
from a blinding choke
It's a nightmare
of visions
when you see
tomorrow will never
breathe
You suddenly recoil
to a memory
of the days when the air
smells like the sea
playing with the shore
one painted
sunset...
Mek
Feb09
Mek and the Infinite Madness
Written by
Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
(Under my bed...)   
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   --- and Joanie Poston
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