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You're running through dusty streets of Baghdad Tumbling down red sand The distant prayer calling for your survival Distinct echoes of your footsteps A hymn of bare skin and dirt Asking for nothing but forgiveness

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Dream in Symmetry

I awaken to find myself in a dreamy sleep. My teeth fly from my head as metal does to a magnet. I am floating in everything and nothing. I am floating in the Void. Terrors and fears meld with memory to create a grotesque menagerie of figures simultaneously immediate and distant; caricatures intimately unfamiliar. I […]

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