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Aug 2010
I plunge my fist into my chest
into the heart that lays at rest
Pulling out the darkness that has consumed it
It's tar like subtance reeking of hell's pit

Leaving a big empty hole that needs to be filled
With love so true until it is healed

Now if only to cleanse the soul
but it's so hard to catch
Floating around within me
like a ghost
For to my soul I am the intrigued host
Written by
Angela
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