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Apr 2014
It seems as if every time I get a foot hold on reality
you come in and knock me over

my eye ***** are gouged from their sockets
my limbs are torn apart
every piece of hair on my body is plucked, one by one
my flesh is skinned

go away, go away
Sky
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Sky  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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