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SoulBlind
doesn't really matter anymore
which one I follow
soul blinded my heart
cracks like a cello
my art melts
absently full
tipping flipping
upside down
and back in on itself
all the walls melt away
dreams obliterate my fate
with destiny I dance
take my chance
in the black of night
nobody ever
really holds your hand right.
I write every night
like it's...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 4:03 am
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