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Dec 2018
the pouring of acid into my skull,
the song of searing sadness
burns in a boastful boisterous blaze.
lonely leeches lavish my love
removing roses and riches,
and turning treasures into terror.
echoing emptiness etches erratic emotions
and cremates the cool calmness.
wander, worthless worms
and dare to drift into a daunting dream.
alone.
all alone.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  19/F/Getting There
(19/F/Getting There)   
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