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Persecuted of voice Feet split open On screaming glass. Movement incarcerated, Pain wrenched inside the gut Breath becomes sharp. You say you love me Yet your tongue Tears us apart.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
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Persecuted of voice Feet split open On screaming glass. Movement incarcerated, Pain wrenched inside the gut Breath becomes sharp. You say you love me Yet your tongue Tears us apart.
thomas-holzapfel
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
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