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Pitch
Petrified of the public eye,metaphorically ill advised. A week sense of appetite waiting for the black pitched night. Emerging to a trembling beat,the feel of sweat,the eyeballs peep. Who are they and what are you,a recovering addict that colored you blue. I wish I could remove these shoes,take the guts that lie in you.
Published 5th Aug 2015
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