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Dec 2012
this empty hole can burn
down so deep,
being rejected and left for
the crows to eat.
Let not my bitter pain
consume your memory,
or better yet.
Let the dusk take anger to sleep
and forgive as you seek
the deck of
beat
        beat
beats
as the grave saves and you
are at the end
of your mind.
do not despair my sweet bleeding blood
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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