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Lights out
Concentrated Pout
Coming your way without any doubt
Ideas feed a hungry  mind in need drained words cannot bleed just found lifeless in some tall grass and weeds
Ashes to Ashes a tear trapped in the eye lashes created sad demise that caught up with the lies
Metaphors were created to die
Whispering talk poem outlined in chalk yellow tape all over the sidewalk distance seen head removed by ye old guillotine blood in splatter lying in fecal matter
Lodge in the bladder fragile rock inside the mouth a tube sock scraping scratches bound flies around what remains stains travels through the veins leaves a undeniable smell that led the discovery rout
Living animosity turning your
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