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Dec 2014
I am blind
I cannot see
What I thought
seems not to be

Ice is rarely clear as water
It is merely winter's daughter
What is now, has always been
See the filth trapped deep within

The taint rings true with truth construed
With scream and fight in fear of light
It stains, not fades, a life in suedes
On no one lone does this depend

And all alone, it will not end
novel
Rachel Cloud
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Rachel Cloud
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   --- and Tiberias Paulk
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