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Mar 2014
**** me.
*******.

Action lacking.
I don't know what to do.
With this angry exchange
paced wicked fast

Hearts beating
I think I'm bleeding
from the inside out
causing an internal drought
of emotion
this commotion
I can not handle
or take

Blood pooled now
like a lake
on the floor
you step trough it on your way to the door
I whisper one last word.

*"*****."
Eye Rate the Artist
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Eye Rate the Artist  25/Genderqueer/Colorado
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