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DearPoetry

Published: Oct 2, 2012

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Your eyes, a thunderstorm of black and blue sex jarring and devouring my insides, shaped a faithless religion through the cracks & broken shards of my hollowed out womb. _{I want my insides back.}

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I have a strange thought process. I scribble these little 'nothings' in my notebooks.

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Sigma-Echo-Seven

Jan 9, 2013

"I scribble these little 'bits of genius' in my notebooks."

Fixed that for you.

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