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May 2014
When i look in the mirror, its not me i see.
But a ghost, a shell, that will  release.
And in my eyes, i see stars, drops of  fire in the rain.
That drip down, into a darkness, that feeds on pain.
I take comfort in the solace, of being insane.
Willdaberry Blue
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Willdaberry Blue
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