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May 2018
In the morning I am hungry.
By the night I take my fill.
I will never wake up lonely.
Here I lie and here Iā€™m still.

In the walls of my subconscious
lie the wishes of my mind
and the hallways there are haunted;
eyes look at you all the time.
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   CjordanK
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