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Nov 2014
warmth abound while feeling ground
dark surrounds that howling sound
bitter shards gain entry round
joints dont function, they confound
just consumption to be found
statues crumbled in that town
hope is light, so push it down
change with strain, and to be crowned
swimming up, you cannot drown,
breaking binds, their scarrings round
ponny jo
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ponny jo
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