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ParalyticProcess

Published: Jun 6, 2015

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I am
barely a whisper.

Dashed upon the rocks I am
a broken afterthought
shipwrecked
lonely
small.

Equally bound by crushing expectation
I breathe in coal
my lungs are blood diamonds
sold to the unblinking masses.

A child, I
grasp to dreams
my little hands were not meant
to hold.

-D.E.M

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OrientalArc

Dec 8, 2015

very impressive..

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