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Feb 2020
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Regret the regrets and forget to forget. A compound fracture in thought a delicate ****** bought. Confusion, delusion, an exclusion from reality within a surreal moment alone lost, tossed into this vast wilderness of shame. Trees tear flesh from bone, all my heroes have been thrown dead into tomorrow as I realize today is but yesterday's sunset still burning my eyes with ornaments of pain adorning my hour of guilt, happiness in my tears colleges in my fears I can see this body to do it only to find myself submerged, drowning. I slit my wrists they precision resurgens wealth finding screaming butterflies writhing in my blood with forgiving eyes, soft lies. Opening a doorway to depravity within a shot of bliss, Angels kiss brought  erections to the hollows of my soul. The soft warmth of hopelessness is a comforting blanket of familiarity, numb, content and alone. Nature's blooming carnival life before my eyes and I set out to see some thought bankrupt morality.
Brian Johnson
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Brian Johnson  M/Boston MA.
(M/Boston MA.)   
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