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10.07.2012

after the pen ink is everywhere.












and the gun shoots.
my eyes blink.
my knuckles crack.
my heart is drained.
i lost my love.
i lost my way.
i lost my trust.
i've lost you; even.
i've lost my voice.
i lost myself.
my heater is running.
my head is hurting.
my braids are tangled.
the medication is gone. 
and all i can unmanageably say.
is nothing. 

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