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Sep 2012
Vandalized ink stains

Where my feelings

Were washed away

if I cry it is for help

If I'm sick it is a love song

Written on the soul

Where help is wanted

For emaciated corpses

You know, yes you know

Where the dead eyes are

Down among the leaves

Watching, watching, watching
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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