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The Path
Walking a path of broken glass, and clutter. And its a blast and even the ash can cut her. And then theres the crash, and soon now the paths above her. How long will it last? The ghosts of the past still hunger. But Grace ate at the Last Supper
Published 12th Jul 2013
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