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Oct 2018
There is a dead silence hovering above my broken soul,
a splitting equation of cracking rhythms reverberating
into infinity, drumming waves roaring inside my veins,
flaming diction curling in my mouth, slammed, amplifying
into a constellation of crumbling syllables, jagged, stained,
disentegrating languages crashing into other worlds, swallowed,
stabbed, drowned in diminishing dimensions.
Travis Green
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Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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