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Post by Kevin Brian Wright on Aug 4, 2006 16:56:19 GMT -5
i cross the boarder of sanity – ---on dark mountain ---of demons and ---malarkey. ashes blow ---through empty trees ---and dried rivers ---( holes burn red ) as far as i can see ---the ground and sky ---thick of black smolder and the air is heavy ---and suffocating ---with oily residue.
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Post by misterpoet on Aug 4, 2006 16:58:14 GMT -5
well thank you very very much!
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