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world invading

Sometimes the world comes too close Swinging less gently trying to crack my skull with its earthern armor Take over my black holes and fill with tree roots and wormholes, dirt. The soil that will cover my casket. I need air.

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grace-bryson

Published: Jan 28, 2011
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