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Dec 2023
With every heartbeat is pain
Have we not all been there?
Where what we ask to sustain us
Is poison
Bitter where once was sweet
Head nod unto the fade

Doldrums as I sell my red horse

Heavy in my throat
Lead into my spine
One hot shot to three long months
Forget how to walk

With every cold word
a shake
Hasnt everyone known?
Stricken to netherworld with hope to find
All is lost
Even the words run cold
Oblivion all that's left

Nothing is fine is all I owe

Steady is this loss
Lead unto the sleep
One cold cut to three long months
And every breath is deep
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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