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A Poem by Wraith.

Dread ascends a gut like bile

I can't write properly

repulsive cliches, pathetic words

Stupid structures

point lost

f**k off.

© 2015 Wraith.

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Added on November 16, 2015
Last Updated on November 16, 2015

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..