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Never be the same.

Something rattles in my brain
I'm waken
into some kind of life
or heart
or puss
breaking in space I know I'm taking what I have
and losing it here
to never gain it back.
I had you
in this life
or heart
or sake
of living.

1 Jul 07

(define the words in this poem)

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OMG! This ones so scary and angry! I rly like it!
 — ophelia89