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Jan 2015
of bruised skin
and tear-filled eyes,
of empty palms
and tired smiles

of raging waves
and endless storms
of aching heart,
a rose with thorns

of burning heat
from walls to fist
with ash-filled lungs
and fractured ribs

I cannot breathe;
it's suffocation
I cannot live;
this is depression
lkm
Written by
lkm  lost in this lone isle
(lost in this lone isle)   
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   --- and Mrs Mortician
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