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Sep 2009
My mind feels like a cavern,
full of empty thoughts.
Thoughts that can’t be spoken,
they are dark, defective, broken.
Broken intentions, bitter blood,
It’s a heavy burden, a towering debt.
Debt that can only be settled with tokens,
purchased by black hearts.
Hearts so hard and hopeless,
cavernous and crooked.
Crooked, void, empty thoughts.
Written by
nabdallah
670
   Francis Ganuelas
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