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Slowlygrowingdead
Under the sun
like a rotting corpse like a seething bowl of hate My fate conspires against me and a darkness begins to grow lapping at the edges of my soul |
There is a cure for this :)
Nice work, thanks |
Hmmm...I like it!
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And over head is a rainbow that awaits your wings to lift you to the brilliance of color and ride the beauty that is all around you!
Thank you for sharing! :) |
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