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Colm Jul 2017
Like a can
I desire to open myself up
So that someone may taste
And partake in the difference
But none can see
No none can see
At least I believe
In the difference in me
Can Opener
dareujoe Dec 2014
Lost, gone, darkness, vanished.
Impaled, dead, sliced. Red.

This is a sickness
this is damaged,
this is in my head, it's all over now.
they play ignorance blissfully drifting thru life.
I'm seeing this mutiny, sickly
thru a different light

— The End —