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May 2015
Am worried
am afraid
if i close my eyes i might not wake up
we,strangers with so many burdens

am here,in bruises
am here,torn asunder
in pieces
covered in stitches


its dawn
the stories of darkness
invisible to many
have been washed away


Pound for pounds
I've been pounded
more than you can remember
puffy face
for a glorious pound
Born
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