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Apr 2013
"****** *****
you're a ****** *****"
i still hear your words in my head.
i sleep with my hands wrapped
around my wrists;
memories throbbing.
even though he kisses
my pain away
your ghosted horror
still agonizes
the deeper conscious
of mottled brain.
Cadence Musick
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Cadence Musick
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