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Jan 2014
Underneath a loathing sky
Angry at me
Destroy me with your wind
And hail on my brain
Puncture my thoughts
To let my seeds burst through
The soil of my nullified skull

Cocked back eye
Filled blank pupils
Uncolored moon irises

The beauty of intelligence
Trumps the beauty of
Gabriel Peter Green
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Gabriel Peter Green
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