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Aug 2013
These bones are so damp,
Not a million matches could
Dry out the years of decay
And despair that has grown
Like moss.
An ice cold heart freezes
The inferno
That burns in the furnace of my sorrow.

*And I am left to be cold and numb.
LJ Chaplin
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LJ Chaplin  22/M/United Kingdom
(22/M/United Kingdom)   
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