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brandon nagley May 2015
These marbels tirely close,
Breathe slips into dark manner Soothings,
               A cartoon like image displays itself,
I see mine own body rise high where lonlies go!!!

A play or a show?
I ask the glowed one next to me,

I hear his whisper say,
Here friend,
Theirs none more need to lonely,

For we've been waiting for thou!

— The End —