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Feb 2015
1
I'm scattered -
The shards of glass are spread all over.
It's battered -
With nerves throughout my head.
The tapping never ends,
I lie here, still unhealed.
Time holds no concern
For what I discern.

Here it waits not for me,
Emotions have fled,
Composure's but dead,
So I lose more sleep.
Torrential
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