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May 2013
Square tiles, my eyes burn you through.
Alone isnt so empty when the ravens coo.
Eye contact broken like grenades with no pin.
Lust exploding wait, that story is already fin-
Eshed like it was echeted out of existance.
A forgotten memory that continues with persistence.
The law of the jungle says the strongest survive.
But strength means nothing when your barely alive.
Black
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