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May 2019
I wish I could feel
with this empty heart.
In search for love,
I've torn it apart.
In these hands,
the colour leaks.
and in my soul
I hear death speak.
Written by
shadowspade  21/F/Colorado
     zahri, Frances E McClelland and BPIII
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