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Merrill Zündell May 2014
The scars that rage your skin
And the moments of simple sin
The bliss of death is among us
As the water fills our lungs
We are drowned out at sea
Walked by but not seen
Tired if waiting
Our time is simply fading

Waves of sunshine fallen beneath the waves
My eyes broken pieces of thin glistening glass
Glued together by the tears that sting them
Burning with impatience
Teary eyes wonder-less without streaming down my vacant face

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