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Nov 2014
I shed sour skin like leaves
Left to rot like crumpled music notes
churning like four day old milk in my veins
and you will be my branches
Dropped.
Fallen.
And
finally
Forgotten.
Kill me slowly
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Kill me slowly
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   Raven
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