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Dec 2018
distant city sounds
invigorate my racing mind
italian cars race
in theΒ Β noir night
white powder
stains
Β Β clear warning sign
chained to this
toxic wasteland
for quite some time
he spoke
cruel worlds
with a twisted tongue
words cut deep
wounded & stung
I
Should have known
from the start
what shines too bright
will always dim
those who lie also sin
there was no chance for me
to win
in the toxic wasteland
with him
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  New York
(New York)   
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