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Oct 2017
Your chakra,  you're spine tied together in knots
It brings out the dread in my own  morbid thoughts
Whether it be far below or way above
Its only failing is it's not made with love
It's electric and emits light and there is a connection
But it will never have the right affection
It hurts like hell and takes from the soul
It's torn and broken and sits in a hole
Your mind is hurt your eyes are cracked
I'm covered in soil and my hands are all black
Amy
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Amy  F/Boston
(F/Boston)   
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