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Apr 2014
Fear lurks in the dark corners of my wretched soul
Brewing poison - a concoction to inject in delirium.
Strength is shattered; weak in the cold.
Shots of pain burning straight for the crematorium.

Painless, I burn
My ashes, Glory they will earn.
my thoughts about the process of death
Dominique U
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Dominique U  Philippines
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