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Aug 2015
So I slip away,
Turn off the lights
drown out the sun
let me slip into your skin

A sense of rejection
is no more soothing
then watered lung
But not within your skin

Where do we turn
to form the bonds of friendship
like an abscessed sore
tearing at my thigh

Overnight it seems
the world has become colder
the outnumbered lifeless limbs
are subject to the void of disregard

So I slip away
from the random ******
and I slip away
from an accute suicide

Winter has rolled around again
my shifty eyes will sting
Matthew Walsh
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Matthew Walsh  United States
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