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May 2013
Standing in the river of my own damnation,
Throw shall not ****, is all forgotten,
Remember back to a simpler time,
Back to when hell wasn't here,
Now here goes the river,
It's run dry,
Forever more an ever clear sky,
Let this day be significant in the eyes,
The eyes that cannot see are not blind,
The ears that don't hear are not deaf,
One chooses to see,
But all is not as it looks,
End of time shall arrive,
Yet it will travel far beyond our life,
Future is coming.
Conor Cleveland
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