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Nov 2013
...like molten ash, history shapes our directive flow
awe inspiring beauty within the steaming soot of life
profound, self serving in it's utter relevance
sometimes.....we

cannot deny the existence of hell, living amidst it
yet,
we stand on the sidelines in total stupefaction
at the gravitas and preponderance of this perpetual vortex
Frieda P
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Frieda P
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