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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required they’re sensitive my words exposed wires like veins hidden under the scars of too many verbal attacks like swarms of vampire bats who puncture the night turn the downpour red you’ve never been able to stay on key or open doors that needed one like the beating one under your breast with the rusted bars and the rusted lock living in the city alone is your state of mind where once you found the company to be friendly where you could block those thoughts travelled in the dark memories of your existence and the only light was the bright white smile you so casually hid behind your casual stiff pose that fooled no one not for a nickel or a dime where glass although smoother than ice cracked under your sharpened blades it was there your pretty face resided ugly and broken from that perspective until you pulled out your pencil and paper until you placed people and moved them taught them to talk saw something in that for a little while you turned off the tap suddenly attracted a crowd one or two even saw beyond your guise felt fine just to be you for a length of time before you fell on the pavement buried in the concrete oh too real you were there you were gone and never regained your balance life as easy as it comes was too difficult couldn’t explain how you managed to grow old sitting singular in your unlit corner where nothing came of your success or of your kind words from your kind lips and still kind hopefully to the bitter end
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