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Mar 2014
In a troubled blood-shot face
Where hurt resides most of the day
Steam blows through every space
open to hurt, violence and decay.
Let it go, let it go
It is not worth the time, the trouble
Just let it go wherever it wants to go.
Just do not allow it to show its face again.
Anger, phew, who needs it, not you.
Written by
cheryl love
537
   Sally A Bayan, Rondalyn and Xyns
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