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December 15, 2008
The iridescent glow of light
will blind thee into dark of night.
With deadly hands that scratch and touch,
my horrid life is just too much.
Climbing, climbing up the vine
falling, falling lose to thine.
As i crawl on hands and knees
I hope to god that all in me
is the only thing that's left
to torment and torcher, all bereft
the time is slipping, passing by
while all that's left is to watch it fly

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