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Feb 2011
behind a vacuum of white walls I've built my purity.
empty as the sun burned out behind the blackest sea.
from her thickest shades I tripped and slowly lost the trail.
trembled with my ****** fears, my isolation's veil.
Written by
J Ericson
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