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IP:
... Done:
Its...nothing, all my fucking emotions fall dry,
eyes lit of fires sit expired to a broken cry.
Living this drift of a life, just, kissing a knife,
slit by depression...blades lips ripping a site.
Everyday consistence dancing an instant away...
wasting in sorrow, hallow...nothing more than plain.
Back and forth teeters the sands last whim,
while the hourglass blackens as the pendulum swings.
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