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Found in disdain
Forgotten in lush
As flowers pettle
And break in the brush
Inside Is empty
Broken and cold
Hating the entry
Of innocence mold
I seek a place finding
My blood is blue cold
As time washes by
Forgotten and old
Tears pass my skin
As past breaks me in
I lose control slowly
As I pray and break down
I find myself crying
Shadows craving my past
Eating me empty
With nothing to last
I bite my tongue slowly
Nothing to say
As I wish upon daily
For a new day
A new day in flourish
Hopes left in dismay
As desire is empty
And left to crave on
I shove my head down
Forgotten in past
I try to shrug on
The moments that last
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take my head?