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Sep 2020
I curse my head,
I curse my body
To make me walk through spiralling hells
From the soft sheets of my bed.
Ashes of my past to choke my lungs,
Dark mud to dirt my mind
To shiver with the wind of my dissatisfaction,
And sweat under the heat of anger.
Written by
prim'  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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