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Aug 2016
widen road dark
deep dead and lost
you should eat
away my pain

told me you hate
any old part more
when its lost
im lost and I hate
myself more

drove myself crazy
crazy i drove myself into a ditch

pain is all math
you cant give what
others took back
head over shoulders
head between a
match
i fall slow and slowly to ash

torch in a cave
roasting my heart
more heartless
each day
no ones
deserves days
like this
all the deception
built by a kiss
broken and crushed
drowned by the river with worms in my mouth
I'll wash my pain out
B Wasserman
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B Wasserman  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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