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Apr 2015
Now
Clinched fists
                    embody all my rage
     all of my compassion
                                             for          this                 world
             all the       pain                               built up

"kiss me,"             she said sweetly             
                     my hands then dangling
                    "take me to bed..."

                              "hold me tenderly,
                                                       ­                                    as your friend     &
                                 keep all my secrets..."

Let         these human feelings
                         engulf you first,

before ripping them apart
                                                  for answers.
                             Don't
                               question all the moments
             your life is made up of.        

                                        Live them.
                                             Feed your head.
Wesley Joseph Breedlove
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   Glass, keaoss and SPT
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