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Nov 2015
it looked at me,
through the debris,
it moved swiftly,
its stride oddly pretty;
I saw the places where I was bruised,
the places where it fused
into my skin,
and suddenly, the world began to spin;
faded away had the sadness,
my life was now a see-saw of madness.
ks
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ks
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