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Dec 2011
In this pillowed satin tomb
                  I claw my way nowhere to get out
        The Sun I shunned     And
                       Howled at the Moon
               There are disgusting holes
                  Throughout this beat up Heart
                      So unholy so ******* dark
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
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