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Aug 2017
There you lay, bare on this cold surface
Life has drained from every limb
Your mind is open and bare, just like you
Thoughts are spilling out of the hole in your head
Some already in a separate container
What a shame to be in this position
To be cut open and looked inside with no choice
What a shame to die so young
Bleh
Astra Zenneth
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