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Jan 2013
My feelings burn through my skin.
Darkness is my old friend, and he has come to visit me again.
We sit by the window and drink our tea.
I smoke a cigarette, which is not like me.
But that's what Darkness does.
Brings out all the ugly parts of me, and turns them into beauty
that only it can see.
idon'tknowanythingever
flynt
Written by
flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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