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Oct 2011
Wealth of a future consumed.
Hatred brings forth despair and tears
I’m tied to my promises.
Life lain out before me
A chasm of nothingness
A prison of the mind.
Anger floods my mouth.
Words cut like a blade,
Weapons I have mastered.
Flowing vile poison
Smiling through the pain.
I shall destroy all I love
And it will consume me.
Sherry Clark
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