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The truth is, like a
light bulb, she just turned off; makes
you belong to dark.
Just Imagine •
Imaginary
gun is pointed on his head
by his friendly hand.
His Cage •
Been caged for years.
Locked on a four dark cold walls.
Bones are everywhere.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Updated on November 15, 2017
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