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Jul 2019
His benediction was a curse to me
He wept while in his head he smiled
his smile was drawn like a bow to his ears
His eyes where pasted open alive
His heart was pushed pump and work
His soul left him when he stared
Save me from this wretched man
Who haunts me in my sleep
When does he rest
I do not know tell him to stop
So I can weep
InkHarted
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InkHarted  19/M
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