'This is his forge, where the flower of amnesia,
allowing one man to rewrite another, grows molten
blowing in to glass, gunpowder and pyrotechnic stars.
Past, present, but only the future scars in the dark,
this is life in transition. And though over and over
he's said its over and done with, there's always
more. Always a greed, a need for hunger.'
Written by Angel-In-Pieces
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