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Self portrait #4
A Poem by
Wraith.
I am hell
Look close enough into my eyes
There is no light
Each strained rise and fall
of greedy organs entombed by ribs
The light has gone out
Just grief dressed in a human skin
© 2015 Wraith.
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Added on August 20, 2015
Last Updated on August 20, 2015
Author
Wraith.
warwickshire, United Kingdom
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