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Jun 2015
Though I scream & drag
life into broken lungs
There is no breath to be
found within. These
empty moments tick
without consequence
or meaning. Living is a
state of mind without
desire we pluck rose
petals for the ******.
mrmonst3r
Written by
mrmonst3r
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   ---, LB Parker, NV and Kelley A Vinal
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