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Wild Sleep, Wound Skin Deep

Skin deep

the wound--

you cannot see.

I make my own music

melody of life,

an insatiable rhythm

only for me.

**** off,

I am okay--

sleeping

my days away.

The sun burns,

blinds my eyes

there's nothing left

to cry.

I'm a wild thing,

you cannot tame me--

bad ******* do it

I swear I can prove it.

Back away,

I bite, I claw

I cry--

out for more,

to feel and to burn,

my heart has been stolen

and will forever be yours.

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Jul 8, 2013
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