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Stabbed

Holding the pen in a clenched hand I'm stabbing
All my dreams and Inbetweens
Putting the ink in each dragging
Through my filter to my speech
The sand of words an evil beach
That I have breached
With a shovel in my hand to
Cover each to deathly deep
Pray to keep
"I can't stand you"
I eat them as a token
Dried corpses draped
In drying roses
Dried up time
Dried up wine
Dried ideas of mine unspoken
beanbandit
Written by beanbandit (David Gonzales)
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