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Apr 2019
a rush of blood and a jolt of hysteria in the past
has become something so repulsive
how long will this last?
struggling to understand
while knowing so clear
no one cares however, as you know
into the hours of the night they dance
you just continue
the darkness has become so comforting, a trance
where nothing hurts anymore, time feels slow
you hear them return and continue to stir
hours and hours later
Written by
peaceloveempathy
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