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Prison systems Never have I heard a mourning heaven in a mans voice before He sings farewell to the sunrise Has smiles locked in his eyes tucked under dark frames and stubborn sandpaper stubble His hyper violent young tongue Is a stand over Intimidating his vulnerability Used tissue tears Stuffed deep in pockets he never uses His memories are fog grey grateful secrets On a path to a place he has never been before But once left bed indentations The typography of messy bed sheet loneliness This is how he is remembered by them This blush is blood bruising cut teeth shattered bone Mutilation of mirrors Carving out the perfect him
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 02:19:01 +0000

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