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Mar 2014
Purple clouds are hanging over my head and fingers are beckoning me to the bed.
I am running with ropes tied around my legs attempting to escape from useless dread.
I struck a match with violet flame but wasn't ready to play this game.
Too late to turn back now.  
Better douse my body in gasoline and become a velvet lantern.
BarelyABard
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