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softer days (06/04/2016)
I am an indentation where the vein belonged
I am a collapse of greatness, pride, and vanity
I am as empty as what remains
I come for you without a name
because I insist to take yours
and so it was
at the height of the depths
swallow'd
into the bitter waters of apathy
Monday 6th June 2016 1:30 am
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