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Monday, January 7, 2013

Worms that feast on Despair

Snaky slugs that ate my songs
Found a crevice in my heart
Worms that feast on weakened ones
Will tear till i do part

Scaling creatures that slither and slay
Will soon be the death of me

Withering Hope a soon is she
As fire catches on dead leaves

Fish a many as a fishermans sea
Eyes an empty as the oceans deep

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