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Jul 2012
In the light of the day
Things seem so simple
The sun clouds judgments
That haunt me at night

Laying in bed
Just me and myself
My brain does tricks
Flip-flops ideals on their heads

But I've been bitten
By long fangs hidden in a closed grin
Bleeding with black and blues covering skin
I feel outside what lies within

The power creeps up
And surfaces on my conscious
Things seem to make sense now
But only when the pale moonlight
Offers me it's condolences
John
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John  28/M/New York
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