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Sep 2017
Frustration, frustration
seeping through my soul
a downpour of rain
a roof with a hole.

eyes filled with red
knuckles all blue
in my mind there is darkness
evil imbued.

the coagulation within
restrained with a grin
an attempt for control
the devil laughs.
a poem for all my futile attempts to control the reins. I made it because I felt sorry for my wall, poor ******* never stood a chance.
Wick
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Wick  Earth
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