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Jan 6
Blue eyes, vacant, unsure, lost.
Our souls enmeshed
while shadows danced,
(clawed)
their way up the walls, through the ceiling.
That’s the last time I’ll ever get that high (again)
on drugs? Yeah…..right…...
(fat chance)
on empty words, impure intentions;
(destitute souls and cowardice pretending to be men)
Lore
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