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Jan 2015
Moonlit sadness
Silhouetted madness
Hollowed out bones
Marrow on the floor
Blood soaked sheets
Rotted flesh beneath
Shaking fingers
Guilty hands
Breathless lungs
Skies crowded with bodies hung

*How can any of us breathe
beneath this sky of subliminal madness?
Emilia Rosamarie
Written by
Emilia Rosamarie  America
(America)   
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