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Ruby Smyth Jun 2014
These are my black and deep desires
What I cannot escape
Always in my midst, a shadow of deliberance  
I am a cast, and nothing more
I'm vapid insignificance and I cannot be met - nothing that you say greets me
I simply would rather not be.
Let me perish, if only soul, thats All I'll let go free.

— The End —