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Oct 2012
he cut out my wings
right before my eyes
shaky, I sit and stare

caught by an undertow
gasping for air
****** in through his current,
pulled by his flow

theres no escape from this nightmare,
no glimpse of a hope
these baffling thoughts that wouldn't subside
and in the midst of it all, I cant help but notice
this rope.
Written by
Ash Dee  Ph
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