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Mar 2017
under the blanket of mundane

covered in sheets of disdain

the devil chases your allusion

while god conceals you in his shadow

where there's no fight left in your battle

and lack of reason is your peace

those eyes recede into darkness

behind bangs of bluest blackness

only isolation defeats the sadness

and you slide into silence.



Sam@032817
atomic blue
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atomic blue  M/San Francisco
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