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Jul 2014
It cuts, tears, rips & devides you
slow or fast it is brutal with intent,
it creeps and crawls through each and every vessel
its vigour can demolish the thickest of walls
disabling vitality, slowly stealing your mind &
quashing your pride killing you inside

friends & lovers, hands tied
meekly sit sadly at your side
caught in the virus of its breath
succumb, our worlds universally fractured forever
as death envelopes you, my love like an unstoppable tide.

my tears fall, I am shell
..... with an empty soul
lost and left stranded to mourn alone
I yearn to die as I sit and cry
this cruel sickness steals all
Peashoot
Written by
Peashoot  on the moon
(on the moon)   
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   --- and Micheal Wolf
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