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May 2014
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They say
Our eyes are windows
To the soul
The soul
The soul
Ther isn't one

They say
They feel trapped
In skin
In skin

This skin
Is wrapped around
Nothing

Inside me
I feel
Empty.
Written by
bigbyloser
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