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Sep 2014
I hear the birds around me shriek,
     To reciprocate they seek,
  Escaping what made them weak,
   Spoken words leave discreet,
   They make me feel complete.
    At peace, in a daze it seems,
  A crazy night of broken dreams,
       A paradise he deemed,
   Thats what he said before he                                
         drowned in morphine.
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genetic poetic
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