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Mar 2013
The shell was left behind.
So was the flesh.
All that I have now is my crude self.
But when I look around,
all I see are shells and flesh.
Truth is nowhere to be found.
One is always alone
in this place they call home.
Phoenix Aquarius
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Phoenix Aquarius
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