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fragment (Free verse) by nentwined

a part of me is gone but the pain remains the same another day is lost, bloody grains of sand never quite congealing, rough as death's own beard scraping off my flesh, toying with my fears

Bachus 6-Dec-02/12:25 PM
i hate that...when that happens.




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