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A Poem by Wraith.

Instilled in my brain
wrench in the though process
there is no other option
terminal illness you cannot see
If anyone could see 
what would you see
Eroding cliffs 
Acidic winds
Empty halls 
photographs on fire

© 2015 Wraith.


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Added on August 13, 2015
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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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