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Jun 2016
there are an infinite number of things
i want to say
to you


I can't I'm choking on these words
of mine
they strangle me from deep inside
the light that you had promised me
took my eyes it's blinding
some-where secret i cannot see
you animals are laughing.
Lark Train
Written by
Lark Train  California
(California)   
  930
     LW, its gonna make sense and Lark Train
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