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Its silent but still



Sorrow but grace

Paced but laced- with the pain of a dozen deaths , but no rest must face. The willows cover my discrase I chase. Secrets buried under the willows there are so Manny how can one loose there soul in a dozen selves. I shelved and hid placed right off the grid. 

I'm found but finding . losses its blinding the things said and did. No blame hate f@me tons of shame 

This no name hunkered in ambers .a wrapper sparks light the dark ,

Musty sent. Then I am sent replaced with a self that can disotiate/ replace

flint avoiding contact, might ignight.

That's contright, gotta fight. Have. Three hours sleep left goodnight.




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