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Jun 2016
the flowing tears of a screaming-
a screaming that binds your soul
unable to move
pinned to the spot
with heart tearing horror
the drops fall from opened wounds
eyes turned glassy
as if turned to mirrors-
mirrors that reflect back:
nothing
Just finished moving all my poetry from my two old accounts here. Finally deleted them
Fucking tired
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Fucking tired  F/hell
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