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Mar 2014
Closing in
On a deep thought,
Always there
To make me rot.
Never ending pain
That seems to burrow.
Oh my heart,
It fills with sorrow.
It spreads like fire,
In my heart it fills,
Consumed by desire,
Every moment it kills.
Written November 21, 2011
Anna Falls
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