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Sep 2014
As the mind crys
For thoughts.      
And thoughts vanish and leave with the wind
As the crys turn to images
the heart sends them to his dark  mind.
As he goes crazy and leaks ink from his eyes and cleans the tears with pieces of paper.
As it runs out of words it begins to torcher him from the inside and the  thoughts start to eat him alive and the only thing left is a
poets mind.
EddieCortez
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