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Dec 2012
I watch as the moon
drops it's drip-less venom
into the clouds,
poisoning the sky and
painting it's downs.

Tell me that it's over,
just stop, i can't watch.
She's eating herself,
swallowing herself from
the inside, burning my eyes.
Wesley Miller
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Wesley Miller
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