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Sep 2022
Hatred flows like a mountains melted snow
Cascading against these stones
And ripping apart all my bones

Chill seeps in deep
But our demons drown slow
While our souls dim their glow

Can't escape this trap I've laid
Frost burns through the skin
Reject this life for my final sin
Blaise Tyler Beach
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Blaise Tyler Beach  M/Parma, Ohio
(M/Parma, Ohio)   
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