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Dec 2014
For now all I have is a barren room
and these feelings with no deposit.
silence is a seamstress of disaster
as she gives shape for hate to manifest.
I must be insane
to find comfort in the presence of sorrow.
I'll bind myself to her embrace
and sleep just a bit longer.
Dejectedjew
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Dejectedjew  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Lior Gavra
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