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Oct 2020
Isn’t it strange
From getting to know each other
To watching the sun
Turn to rain
Balancing on a razors edge
On the verge of going insane
Maddening thoughts leave eternal stains
Like footprints on the brain
Digging for pleasure
Through the tombs of pain
Relics of what was lost
Someone’s treasure to be gained
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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