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Dec 2014
Cruel whispers, gentle whimpers,
glares from across the way.
Judgments floating, lungs choking,
left lifeless for all to bear.
No one cares, secret affairs,
blank for none to see;
but the truth comes out,
when all it’s about, is lust and apathy.
the deadly sins
Drifting Down
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Drifting Down
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     Cordelius
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