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Depression turns a story into a masterpiece.

I see, pieces of you, in me,
and I, spew, volcanic tears
I planned to save them for later,
but now I’ve got something burning,
and it’s behind bone, rib cage, yearning
for sufferings soon coming.

A heart suppresses oxygen, waiting for the one.

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Life

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