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Saturday, September 14, 2013

may the horns be heard

May every time the masters of the chemistry
that drops blackish grey for speed
every time the mist surrounds them- may the dead surround them too
and whisper in their ears of the life they had lived, their loved ones through the sacred wave of time. being raped and torn. May they feel their desolation for their actions...May atonement be made.
Happy New Year.