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Dec 2013
Anger, antsy and aching.*
It hurts to hold it in.
Boiling, bitter, breaking.
It try's tirelessly to reach out.
Careless, careening, no control
It takes a hold of me.
Deftly defying detention.
Seeping into my skin, it burns.*
Endless, empty, emotionless?

Nay, they anger is there to stay.
I'm not actually an angry person, but when words flow...
Austin Skye
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Austin Skye
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