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Feb 2015
Frowns and places
singing jesters with
plastic faces, dance for me.
Sweet tasting lemon rind.
Darkness, sharpness why leave me behind?
Stunning, breath-taking beauty
pointless if it cannot be seen
I fought demons from beyond
my own yet to be grave.
Shallow and naive they came.
This is not my dream
Desperate with depict
screaming to be set free.
xShadows Are Comingx
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