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Nov 2017
You whisper in my head all the time sweet nothings
       i succumb to
I've tried killing you voice with viscous hatreds
       psychic self mutilation
For freedom i've crushed beat my thoughts against your walls
       ****** delirious
I melt cry laugh at the truth i just must learn to stop
       birthing you
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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