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Similiar, the sound of agony inside your screams - Do you cast summers of stones, are you part of the hatred, the fuel that fumes behind war - Simple, your outlook captured by the memories of dreams, split in hell the witches seams - I smell the sick, i burn deep, i am shallowed by my soul, demons roam in the weakness of my shadow - The root to the wicket, the greed to be richer - Is happiness the deal for your sadness to feel free, now can you see the smell in me
poem by Unic Cjonr
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