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Oct 2014
Into the depths of that beating muscle,
I let myself drown.
Suffocating in pools of red,
Swirling around and up, too tired;
To move, to even try.
Its all a mystifying blur, a hoax, a promise of bliss:

A total void in the end.
Richard B Sebastian
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