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it goes nowhere this anger with no . Compass. So it sinks into my gut. Never digested, Just a festering pain Stored with all the rest. Cut into tributaries Crimson with purpose. The streams they burn and flow.
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
Silent Waters
it goes nowhere this anger with no . Compass. So it sinks into my gut. Never digested, Just a festering pain Stored with all the rest. Cut into tributaries Crimson with purpose. The streams they burn and flow.
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mrmonst3r
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
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