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- 05/21/2010 7:31 am
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- 08/07/2007
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- 03/10
This is just a small journal that includes poems that I write, and days that I hope to remember, [And days where I was just flat out bored].
SKANK
平和
"The space. Closing in.
Your head pulsing.
Everything near.
The breathing of the terrors.
Howl, thrash, rip your heart out of place,
cut their throats, and bleed to death."
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