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Own poems & thoughts
Your soul, a ghost
Black stone-apples
drilling into mine
out you shall
Id make it better
In an empty hell
Smashed and drowned
in the look
Conscience, circle-time
gained in the pain
with defiance
I am re-arisen
© AriZonaMoon 2005