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Oct 2014
Jack boots march to the rhythm of our beating hearts,
out stretched arms salute the arrival of loves bitter remnants,
what once was the soul of thriving spirits,
now lays in disintegrating solitude,
sanctuary found in the shadows of a darkened room.
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
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