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Mar 2017
Do I tear it out
And wear it on my sleeve
Tear it out
And let you see

Seeing you is agonizing
Your feel haunts me
Poisoning my thoughts
You dominate my memory

Heart in my throat
I'm paralyzed
This is all rote

Darlin I'm weak
Nothing but a shell
The words I won't speak
I'll sit alone in my hell

Yes I'll stay away
Why should an angel
Lower her gaze

Do I tear it out
And end it all
Tear it out
To the ground to fall

No way to recompense
Without ground to stand on
In silence I'll persist
Jonathan B Wilson
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Jonathan B Wilson  29/M/765, IN
(29/M/765, IN)   
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