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Jun 2019
Paint
        a
          paradise

just
     to
        hide


a prison in

                     Apologize
                                       to try
                                                and fix it

Timid *******
                  become buzzard food
looks like you got lots to lose


                   Lucid State
                                   clipped a fuse
                                                     a little too late

I'm not used to this
Afraid I aint able
to keep you sane
let alone stable..
Hey who knows?

Maybe I can lift
your body off
the pavement
my angel wings
mangled

secretly
breakin' myself
so that I can
save you.
Bowedbranches
Written by
Bowedbranches  26/F/TN, Usa
(26/F/TN, Usa)   
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