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Oct 2017
Eyelids sink like a ship
Down to the bottom of a navy ocean
Careless and broken
No hope of being fixed

Limbs sprawl across filthy sheets
Crimson splattered in the background
This is a crimeless crime scene
No sirens make a sound

Head treds through thick fog
Tired of wasted effort
No energy to be given out
Only the constant unwanted cycle of dark thoughts
Skye Marshmallow
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Skye Marshmallow  The Stars, Outer space
(The Stars, Outer space)   
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