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Jan 12
touch me anyway you will
for long i have been dead
to this stinking world
my brain is bread

my heart screams ****
my soul bled
my feet flat
my blood still

my eyes are oily marble
where worms already crawl
wisdom and knowledge

canΒ΄t spell
all nothing
nothing all
Written by
Michael John  57/M/SPAIN
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