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"accute" poems
So I slip away, Turn off the lights drown out the sun let me slip into your skin A sense of rejection is no more soothing then watered lung But not within your skin Where do we turn to form the bonds of friendship like an abscessed sore tearing at my thigh Overnight it seems the world has become colder the outnumbered lifeless limbs are subject to the void of disregard So I slip away from the random ****** and I slip away from an accute suicide Winter has rolled around again my shifty eyes will sting
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
The Soothing Sounds of Water Lung