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September 12, 2011
By Anonymous

I'm here and bouncing on your memory of them
I tried trough bold, accusing cries
Believing in their sins, grown tired of the walls
Fingers staining ink, anxious mouths deliberate
From the dark, filthy ground
Calling on Leviathan.
Poisoned air again.


The author's comments:
Change. and betrayal.

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