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Feb 2018
grasping pure, vile, blood from me
she is all i can compose
she is my mutilated melody
that i've been waiting for
an isolated life i've lived
under this disfigured cloak i call the sea
i truly fear, that she sees nothing in me
perhaps a view of a decomposer of me
nothing but a glimpse, nothing to see
always looking for feedback
Tana Young
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Tana Young  26/Colorado
(26/Colorado)   
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       NuBlaccSoul, poetryofdhiman and eileen
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