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11:54 Still not awake This corpse is pleading merces But is yet to be given I can hear these bones crackle At every jolt, every spasm They keep me asleep These lullabies This desolate throat Delivers none but drought Painful, but bearable still These swollen eyes have never before Felt this oppressed How I wish they knew rest This blade, above all Transcends the screaming sting ***** pang* These throes that tingle Stay silent til the morn says so
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
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11:54 Still not awake This corpse is pleading merces But is yet to be given I can hear these bones crackle At every jolt, every spasm They keep me asleep These lullabies This desolate throat Delivers none but drought Painful, but bearable still These swollen eyes have never before Felt this oppressed How I wish they knew rest This blade, above all Transcends the screaming sting ***** pang* These throes that tingle Stay silent til the morn says so
#pain#bones#body#grief#dry#morning#midnight#swollen#drought#sunken
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
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