The Spirits Burn

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What hands shall bleed for our sins, breaking rocks for our diamonds. Torching the blue lit skies, turning winter into a summers disguise. As the faces fade, in the amber maze of polluted days. The wind and the air, where are they to be found, as the breath is taken from our lungs, collapsing together on the floor.

– Josh Fleming

Image By: Bryan Olson

http://www.bryanolsoncollage.com

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