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Mar 2013
As the smoke ascended above weary eyes
His head grew numb and his mouth ran dry
Mind and soul both blunt and in dispute
Driven by what turns him mute
What fills his lungs and drains his heart
The cure and the cause to his failed art
Written by
Salvador Piquan
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