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Gloomy

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fairycatcher-Jessica

Published: Nov 18, 2008

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All I am is dark, cold,
uncalled for bursts of rage,
for my soul has been sold,
my heart, captured and caged.

Each breath marks, dents the air,
as if pollution from a waste,
because I do not care,
if I own no face.

Ropes on chairs, vines and tares,
just to hold you close,
my tears plonder into your cares,
you are different to most.

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