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Jan 2014
Grab the knife which leaks ink,
And scratch your emotions into dead trees.

Let the knife bleed your life,
Onto the corpses of our source of breeze.
Welcome to what it's like to be inside my brain haha xD
Josh Murphy
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Josh Murphy  Dublin
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