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Scars bleed insecurities haunted by past aspersions
that echo in the dense air of midnight winds
Mask thorns that pierce flesh
under curtains that flutter deception
And stroke memories; awakening unwanted words
that live deep among the drapes of a smothered soul
Alone in hollow skin and twisted sheets- ravel
tightening throats with broken tears
Release tensions with clenched fists
that grip the pillow of tarnished dreams







) - woo that's kinda depressing - but that's what I was writing about. 







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