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Jan 2018
mind tied
like two lines
twisted and knots
straight like the cigarette
and ******* lines
snorted up the nose
into the brain
of such detached minds
the pain they hide
comes up to the surface
bubbling like liquid acetate
they have accepted
their inevitable fate
it is all but too late
to save the hearts
of those who
thank you so much for the reception on my last poem :)
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shåi  Androgynous/sound frequencies
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