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Oct 2014
do not enter my soul, it is a black hole
you don't have a map, you won't know where to go

do not enter my heart, it is cold
unless you bring a jacket, because everything has froze

do not enter my mind, it is old
weathered by weary thoughts, that fall down like dominoes

do not enter my veins, for they are roads
leading to my heart, where everything has froze
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