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White page blank soul

Fever in the morning
for what seemed like a decade.
her picture had a slender repetition,
it chimed every time I remembered her words.
peaking point features in the land of make believe.
did you see me change in the last three years?
I'm a shell of my former self.
the curves in the road of my childhood
bring tears to my eyes.
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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