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Voodoo Doll
Burrowed underground like a leper, feeling quarantined against my will. Seeing through the looking glass, with pupils dialated a weakened structure survives amonsgt the hills. Isolated feeling numb staring at the sky that's pale and bleak, I'm playing hide and seek in a coffin in my mind. A winter frost warms a decaying heart melting in a frozen hell. My skin is like a voodoo doll, impaled and ...
Friday 16th June 2017 2:16 am
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