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Feb 2014
Fire light so bright, so stark,
burning a hole through the dark.

Twisted souls held together in subliminal form,
shaking like branches,
tattered and torn.

Crimson blood smeared on my skin,
the war -cry I face within.

Cut open my heart and you will see,
thorny branches coiled,
Black Infinity.....
S Greenwood
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S Greenwood  Great Britian
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