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Jan 2014
No shield to shun my bare essence
Years seem wasteful
From afar one lets to be loved
The air reacts perfect to my black lungs
Simple words make a mindful taste
Youre afraid to be alone
Afraid to lick the wild flames that enrage inside
You fight for a fight with the dream of him
You praise the creation of the sunny god
You seem devoted to a deity of death that lingers right before you
A touch will cause a sense of loss and want
Somebody else is grateful instead of you
No one wants to be you
The cold one with no color
YV
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