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Will
Feeling low,
absent is my flow,
guilt eats at my bones
and all my wrongs
follow me home.
I've got no will
to do the things
I need to do.
The sun burns me blue,
I can't hear the trees,
the moon always leaves
and my heart does
drown out in the sea.
©JMCole
Thursday 20th April 2017 11:13 pm
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