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Mar 2013
Your dagger pierced through my skin

I feel it emptying itself, the poison surrounds

Beneath the encasing of my skin

Lies a tortuous ordeal.

Never finding myself, never finding me

Just a mannequin, an empty shell

The dagger releases a seal

A past, unknown.

Keep looking for words, they're in there (somewhere)

Though I look good, unaware, happy

Fear it, cuz its only a layer

Just... a layer.

Beneath this skin, beneath these flesh and bones

About 6 feet under,

You might find it

Find me

The poisonous dagger, has done nothing to me

**** me? No

Released a seal

Released the truth.

I am me.

I've always been me.
Carlos Molina
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Carlos Molina  Tegucigalpa
(Tegucigalpa)   
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