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Apr 12
My heart is hollow and empty
I have no vacancy of our binding entity’s  that once lived there equally combined
Your ghost is a impending haunting of memory that dwells inside
I long for an exorcism to make you flee from my “fist wrapped in blood”
Your every step  
laid down a trifling path leading me to the gallows within shadows
How could you do this?
Cold-Bones
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Cold-Bones  29/M/Missouri Joplin
(29/M/Missouri Joplin)   
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