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Apr 2014
Oblivion, oblivion, hope of the ******.

Your dark waters lap incessantly at the

shores of life.

Washing, ever eroding, until that day when

the body as stark and white and naked as

it was when it left the depths of your abyss

plunges headlong into your black waves
From "Lunch with the ******"
James Jarrett
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James Jarrett
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   Sjr1000, --- and Amanda In Scarlet
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