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Mar 12
Bitter words drip from
My heart cracked across
The cold concrete floor
Froze over with black
Icy finger tips
Reaching for my soul
Tossed into an un-
Marked grave with no head
****** by the crowd of
Crows plucking eyes out
A world without fire
Consumed by winter's
Embrace.
LeV3e
Written by
LeV3e  Missouri
(Missouri)   
106
     South by Southwest
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