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Nov 2013
Trapped somewhere inside of this morphine,
either forced to swallow razor blades or sugar.
The ever present choking, the sick feeling of knowing.

Silently slipping into this surreal void of paradise
but is a living hell to all of the kinds that live upon
this earth we call our home
Sierra Ann LaPierre
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Sierra Ann LaPierre  Nevada City
(Nevada City)   
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