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Dec 2016
When the walls come down
the air is filled with sound.
Above the water not to drown

When the empire sizes your being
just lay down
become anything.

But wait.
To hell with that.
I want my power back

She sits alone at night.
She waits in line to silently die.
She sits alone at night
Praying that her death will bring a better life
Who knows?
It might.
Cameron Banowsky
Written by
Cameron Banowsky  30/M/Los Angeles
(30/M/Los Angeles)   
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