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I saw ripples Dimple into little dents And they ruptured through The door and into My living room Tiny sun filled slices Sliced straight through Tore my flesh In molten sinew breath My barrel pressed To my head And leveraged With the depth Of the situation But patience Patience wasn't my virtue And I was blind Blind but Saw it through Alive in death The death before the ..booom In the warmth The warmth Of the sunlit Living room Burning too
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
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I saw ripples Dimple into little dents And they ruptured through The door and into My living room Tiny sun filled slices Sliced straight through Tore my flesh In molten sinew breath My barrel pressed To my head And leveraged With the depth Of the situation But patience Patience wasn't my virtue And I was blind Blind but Saw it through Alive in death The death before the ..booom In the warmth The warmth Of the sunlit Living room Burning too
Mikhael
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
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