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Nov 2014
frankly I'm baked

naked I pace

scarcely tracing

the ghost of her face

missing the silence I cry on the floor

like the glint in her eyes my tears shine as they pour

Id turn off the light but I can't stand no more

all of the world that I like has just walked out the door
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
(28/M/Within The Omniverse)   
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