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Apr 2015
They come and go
but never for too long
they feed on the broken pieces
of my poor soul

They enter through the scars
that once were unzipped
with a blade
oh my poor soul

they push against the flow
of the unstoppable current of blood
finding their way
to my poor soul

They come and go
every now and then
feeding on my everlasting
*oh so poor soul
Momo
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Momo
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