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| Calls for a vessel for all this life
cries not heard, pass of tongue over broken lips mental agony, where to hide pain has a way of finding you remembered expectations of blows to fall, fascination with skin welts rebellious tears held back a mind cage Leave me alone!!!!
Morning sounds, hand on my shoulder,
Nobody there for help
Why is the mind so sharp
(1997) |
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