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Jul 2015
I could not deny
these feelings inside
Voices are roaring,
there's no place to hide.

Droplets of sweat;
blood staining the carpet
Walls stripped bare,
I await this comet.

To the stairwell I go,
oh, starry, starry night.
Come and take me away,
tomorrow meets *tonight.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Cyrille Octaviano
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