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We never mention you,
my friend
and I
will never call your name.
You're of no color,
nor light;
you're a
painful waste of energy.
Your sound's a hollow,
unwanted,
terrifying,
misplaced moaning;
circling around
and if I
lose control:
it takes over.
My twisted body
weeps, whispers
wishes and words,
for a healing back ~
again.
2-2-2014
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