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Personal (Melancholy) My body is an anarchist
thinking it could go
against my heart
and not suffer
the consequences.
There’s a disease beneath my skin;
the affliction
is self-inflicted.
I can’t make myself well
because I can’t escape
the sickness
on my bones.
Nice work there lass! good
Nice work there lass! good read Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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