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May 2013
The binding on my  mind is rotting in the forest floor
Planted there to never be found
I now realize the dead doesn't stay dead forever
and you can't quiet a sleeping darkness
because it whispers in its dreams
and the nightmare is coming to a ******
it's beginning to sob
the binding on my mind is rotting
how do i reverse nature
and make myself whole again?
Kalena Leone
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