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reflections, faceless
somewhere
between Hell
& 27 yrs old
.......4 am
joint burnt fingers & resin remnants
muses always mock the loudest late night
lips cracked from too many lonely whispers
of life's diseased beliefs
& how it poisons everything..
the twisted perception of a broken heart..
& under the piss damp blanket of city lights
love dies in vain..[/font]
between Hell
& 27 yrs old
.......4 am
joint burnt fingers & resin remnants
muses always mock the loudest late night
lips cracked from too many lonely whispers
of life's diseased beliefs
& how it poisons everything..
the twisted perception of a broken heart..
& under the piss damp blanket of city lights
love dies in vain..[/font]
Published 19th Jul 2010
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...but who will take the brunt of your rage. I think I know already and hope for your sake I'm wrong, K. Far be it from me to suggest a jaunt in the country to breathe in clean air and recharge soul batteries - but even that may not mend a heart so deeply broken. Transatlantic hug & check your title spelling.
19th Jul 2010 1:54pm
Very bitter Kandice, and believe me I can feel the pain.The narrative style has the punch...
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8th Oct 2013 5:52am
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