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Nov 2013
crooked footsteps
fall and sink
into my mind's
dark abyss,
it is one filled with
cold thoughts that
are constantly choking
but never quite able
to wretch up the
potential of a good
thought.
Written by
L  27/F/Boston
(27/F/Boston)   
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   jude rigor and Md HUDA
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