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broken poems restless shapes knowing this pass teach'ers hallways forbidden my last write is now so long poets with your dot followings mymicing misery here i am pick me last write from misery think they are over sculpting me freakish minds torment inside butterfly fly cacoon fly let the mother moth die dusted to dust my words of disgust jealous freaks search for complete again teach'er pick me why soul i want another half i am an whole one makes you complete when two combine they make one completeness can be found within yourself what part of me escapes never to be returned after all is done only ourselves can be held responsible for all the love we give and for the love we have taken away ? just rambles ... .. .

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