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Out 7:45 p.m. 2005-12-11 The last vestiges of sunrise in flickering haze as the earth tears itself apart. In fragrent regret and the sound of shells to visit the reminscent young soldier scattered in tyranny of nostalgia and the pungence of fear. Ridden with expletives and conquered by the revenant this remenant of sanity is revulsion. I will discard the last hope for sunset as the hollow sound of dying sets in back & forth |