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 Jan 2014 Bella
Sigmarite
Something hangs heavily in my heart
Something cold
I don’t know what it is
It sickens me
Something alien in me
Something that wasn’t there before
I can feel it
It’s like melted lead
I can’t reach down there
It’s impossible for me
I want to touch it
Look at it
And then
get it out
To get my hands into the fire
Reach down
And burn it clean
Cast it from my self

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