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About

Lost in transit.
Moving.
Returning.
You're welcome.

scatter the ashes


Violence caressing, impending distress
As my body lay sleeping eternally bleeding, and…

Shallow despair, broken years cannot repair
Summoned here, and all must see the hypocrisy
Peel back the face, the sorry mind, a vacant space
Born deprived, the moods expired in reality

(Paradise Lost – “joys of the emptiness”)

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