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Nov 2018
Prolonged Seconds
Painted on my Iris
The reflection I hide by closing
My eyelids
Tied them shut
To shun away a virus
In search of weak bones
To inject the violence
We're targeted
The auto-pilot *****
Devoid of sense
Go here, sign this
Another problem their paid to fix
The **** I see and hear
Sometimes makes me sick
So I sit wait and sit
Holding for another ******* expectation
Defeat, repeat, defeat, repeat:
While I hold my breath
Survive for a few more prolonged seconds
2-21-11
An old poem I wrote that's always been special to me. I wrote this at age 16 I think and still wonder what the hell I was writing about.
Bowedbranches
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Bowedbranches  26/F/TN, Usa
(26/F/TN, Usa)   
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   --- and FraisDeLaFerme
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