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Industrial Arts

artist, author and designer for the stage…

backwards I walk

into the gray fog

the smog from the hills

up there over yond

the land of the spirits

the woods and the faires

the place I come from

the place I call home

you can’t follow

unless you belong here

the trees will shroud

the young ones from harm

hidden in a garden

a real secret garden

the lost ones

they dance

to the music

of pain

 

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