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May 2017
pour into the blank space
where children laugh in your face,
where wild poppies stumble with grace.
feel your mind rot at a steady pace,
delicate fingers tangled in lace,
petals falling from wounds, without a trace.
run into the sunset's embrace;
do anything to get out of this place.
aeviternal memorabilia
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