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| January 15th, 1995

to reach an end
being reborn
into fields of barbed wire
transcending beyond
agony
into a lusterous decanter
filled with my dreams
you drink of it
and laugh at me
keeping all that which once was
sacred to me
apart from my arms
you undergo this transformation
and my soul is left
surrounded
and alone
with an echo
and a fractured tale

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