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Jul 2013
Like I could curl my back and let the monster come forth at any time.
Let loose my black feathered wings;
The hell fire blazing from my birthing wounds.
I am not reborn but freed from imprisonment.
I am locked away
Waiting to watch the world burn.
There is a monster inside of me;
It wants to break free.
MPalmer
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MPalmer  NY
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