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Monday, September 21, 2009

Escape

draped across my body
the coldness singed my breath
the country smelled of confusion
and my clothes were soaked with flesh
i escaped into the maze
with screams beneath my track
their tongues were growing fiercer
and death was upon my back
it poisoned my tortured spirit
and coursed throughout my veins
the glories of being slaughtered
only the lunatic remained

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