* Purification Fire
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Terence George Craddock
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So many pasts pour behind me
how hailings haunt shadow
In rueful relunctance condemned death
cleaving to pale present scent...
As complexity arises ripping emotive flux
boiling baited bygone dross
Punch drunk soul staggers onto beleaguered
phoneix fire burning self consumed...
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