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May 2011
Time has been sustained with the light

it is late

You infest my thoughts

Like a cancer that has taken control of my actions

How do you do it?

Snake through the nerves in my eyes deep into my head

Forcing your words in and tears out,

Seeping over the brim of my soul

Get out, get out, get out.

There is no more room in this heart or this head.

It is so worn from you,

so tired.

Please, let me be, for I am so tired

So restless
Serena Felice
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