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a rich vein of form
Each night
When I sit down
At this desk
I slit my wrists
I cut my throat
I rip myself apart
First letters drip
Then words pour
Until I am left drained of life
Excreted onto a page
For all to see
Slices of life
A smorgasbord
Of hostility
Repressed fears
Depression
Words
Letters
Meaning.
Saturday 15th August 2015 3:25 pm
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