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They are in here. No ones is there
heavy is the air
fallen sence of death
all muscles wince in regret
slits that drip so vividly
my pain now ends suddenly
from my wrists to my hands
in a puddle - let it land
all is lost
gone forever
my skin cold as frost
lost breaths of air
now the stream ceases
earth locked in morbid peaces
forever to stay this way
blown in the lies of today.
