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Mar 2014
i am the chills in the wind,
the dirt on the floor,
unpicked
and not cared for.

i am the razor piercing through your skin,
there to give you pain,
there to burn you in the rain,
and there to absorb the misery you've been feeling.

y.m
splvrry
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splvrry  in a horrendous town
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