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The Plague of Being (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera

An opiate of the sinking soul. Draughty blackness through a circular door. This demonstrates the mind of ignorance and of shifting dread. An event not to be missed. Mannerisms as protocol are as avoided as the breaking tide which will drown sin and honor alike.

nentwined 19-Feb-07/4:03 PM
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