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Oct 2020
So lonely,
Gone quick,
Labeled selfishly,
Spirit split..

What was blood,
How'd I find,
Thick as mud,
This alternate mind.

I've got my eyes,
Dead opened up wide,
I've got the dirt,
And the spit of,
The world all dies.

My mouth on the metal,
Lips of a scarred girl
Got angels in the lobby,
To put me in line,
I won't ask for forgiveness.

My little faith has gone dry,
I've got my Christian's for scripture,
Death has crawled in my ears,
Music of songs I shouldn't hear.

And it spins all around as,
We all lay down some faster than,
Some do it better in smaller amounts,
Ending the time we all had together.

©️shaneia
Shaneia
Written by
Shaneia  25/F/74653
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   David P Carroll
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