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Aug 2010
Watching...suppressed...
Words bring no sweet relief...
Hoping without hope...
A teardrop for our wreath...
Thought formed scars...
Self destruction supplied...
Scorned by a memory...
Ensconced in this lie...
Written by
Bundoo
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