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[bodytext] => Something so simple Tortured wrist and I summon them again Eyes in the night at the foot of my bed I’m carving their name Their remorse and their dread What I believe is ignorance That cuts in my flesh is substitute for bliss I am blind to my own ways And the mark of the end of my days Sways, stops, shivers Who am i? Recognize I am more than this Temporary existence But what is beyond Afar There must be life past these scars The sheets hide their faces Blood trails escape the graces Of deaths kiss I’m lost in this We’re all blind to our own demise All silent in our despise Who are we? Disguise We are more than this Temporary existence But why? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 6 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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