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Sandpaper eyes
Force me to sleep
Alive and alone
In an open prarie
My wicked thoughts
To dream away
Thinking of ways
To begin my demise
A slow painful death
I wish to pursue
Not a gunshot
Or a fire
Just wretched words
Spat from his mouth
To make me think
And finally die
Copyright © Brittany Gentry | Year Posted 2010
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