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Feb 2012
The severity of
        shadows on the wall
claws at my conscience
        trying to dismantle me
               bury me
                     I long to
be overwhelmed by my senses
but my own personal prison
                    (what you call mind)
        bars me from pleasantness
              and scratches at my
skin
             until only shame and sorrow
                                remain
Jessica M
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