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Feb 2017
I don't fit into your shadow box.
I’m stifled by its restraint.
Fill your stage with fiery beasts,
and my opportunity to be your hero arises.
When I slay what you present,
it only feeds the belly of what's to become
Naked is where I found you, laying at my feet
Words of lost love dripping from your lips
It feels like hell to be in your heaven
The days never slip away
Yesterday is slumped in the corner, 
desperate for my gaze
Tomorrow runs in circles around me.
with feverish frenzied screams
You held me with hello
now you claw at my goodbye
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Angela Punch
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Angela Punch  A small town in Canada
(A small town in Canada)   
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