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Monday, 29 July 2013

Beneath

Buried in a shallow grave
Right beneath your feet
Through ice and snow
In earth below
A home is found
Safe. Unsound.

Devoid of all thought 
This mind is set free,
To roam in a dark 
Cell of liberty
Posted by Ephrem Griessel at 08:15
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