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Nov 2014
At night,
it hits like a train.

I'm in no pain,
and luckily I still remember my name.

cluster bubbles of all my lovers,
I squeeze tighter my lavender scented covers.

sultry deep music is all I hear,
I close my eyes and darkness appears.

life seems okay now and death I no longer fear.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
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