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I've enough of myself
silent I'll be:
no more self-talking
beyond joy or misery
Today another part of me found weeping
Froze rigid by a fragile touch
Sat beneath a sobbing willow
And didn't ask for much
But to languish in your steady shadows
To huddle where you hide
And when I sigh, it's hope surmising
That you are by my side
  May 8 Ben Palomino
nivek
gnashing of teeth
twisted face
a serpents anger

my way or the highway
frightening countenance
animalistic *******.
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