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May 2015
High pitched, the musical shriek of your voice
causes my ears to
bleed.
A river forms, an ocean follows.
Fall to the floor and here I lie hollow.

You’ve killed me, don’t you see
the blood was life and now it’s gone.
Death
must be your name you're
what I’ve wanted all along.
Written by
E Clearfoster Sheppard  Boston, Mass
(Boston, Mass)   
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