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I eat my broken mirror thinking of my piano that was once used is now black with the blackness of my soul. A shot in the dark, my flower dies never to bloom again.

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Danjcocks

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Mar 7, 2015

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Tags: #darkness #flower #soul #melancholy #piano #memory #greed #shot #consumption #moveon

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