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Mar 2016
ripped paged upon a scribbled mess
lost my head in numbers
the numbered thoughts of that dress
and of our endless summers

Lost in thought
My brain in Rot

Your gaze leaves a hole
In my smother soul

Even with these stupid such stupid line breaks
And ****** writing
I'll make you screaming for gods sake
with the right mood lighting
Written by
Carson Taylor
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