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Tuesday, January 3, 2012
World Beyond
Behind my eyes
the lights arise
Burning up what appearance hides
I feel it pulling me in
the deeper the sore the Slower i spin
My heart tears for a wo
rld beyond my own
restless the tsunamis and earthquakes as she groans
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