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Head glued down

Drowning in salt

Its my fault

I left the bottle open


Feet cemented

Clouds form

Can't escape the storm

Of knives


Violet feathers

Endless rain

Transforms pain

Into priceless art


My tormented gaze

Red waste seeps out

Staining a town

With my life

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