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Sep 2017
felt the cold one last time
memories of their hands, eyes fading through days before
i built this dark graft inside of me
nothing can tear it away now
words in my head are so loud
shuffling through hallways without an end
rooms with locked doors
the key is here but i can't reach it
i see your arms outstretched and do nothing
it's easier to be here alone.
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