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stabbing my torn soul
with your sweet words
burning my freeing hands
by your gentle touch
hurting myself, nd bleeding
while i'm i your arms
my only secure place
nothing matters anymore
my life is not mine
nor it is yours
my life is lost
or perhaps it is gone
a poet
That iam not
a dead person
whom you cheished and loved
a broken artist
with no arts
a lonely freak
seaching for
the life's lost parts

by voldy rules

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