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Oct 2021
surface deep on surface thin
but under vacant stares
my body's screaming for their heart
my pulse cannot match theirs
The faithless actions in my bed reflect my tempest mind
My sheets hold saturated tears
to my anguish, keep them blind.
rhyme but no reason
Kelly
Written by
Kelly  F
(F)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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