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Jun 2018
Empty bottles gather at my feet,
the feral creature is my forbidden religion,
oh sensitive child do you see the evil,
do you see your future,
the straight jacket of steel,
the tears glistening in the night,
my life lied to me,
long walks in the streets,
smell the reapers dead flowers,
I can't stop staring,
sipping away at the truth,
I look to the heavens,
I count the burdens,
I see no gods,
there are no masters,
the truth is ever so clear
but I can't see straight
Written by
Steve  24/M/New York
(24/M/New York)   
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