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Nov 2017
Déjà vu
Here before

6ft deep
Who keeps burying me

Ways out
Can never find none

Tools
Forgotten

No shovel
No hope

No string
No rope

Lonely and cold
But lit by the moonlight

Fingernails *****
Hand stained with blood

No grip to climb
No vocalization to shout  

The only way out is through
Dig deeper, you fool
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devante moore  24/M
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