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Nov 2014
I wanna cut out my tongue
With my own words
When they spill out in
Whispers to myself with
Not a soul around

I'm at the top of the
Underground world of this
Trying to clime out from
The abyss, looking back
Looking back
And it stares into me
taking a try at smaller poems
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   Devon Webb
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