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"Poetry is life distilled."
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Saturday, September 10, 2011
ME: Fumes of a dead soul
I’m tired of breathing the fumes
of my own burning soul.
I wish I could move on
and run away from it all.
But I’m not able –
the fear is killing me faster,
the fear that you’d continue
your life without me.
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