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The shavings of my life
The bleakness to the soul
Lacerated as if with a knife
A load no one can truly hold

Fire started beneath the heart

Ablaze you may not see
Pain day and night
Devours right through me

Every word not said
Gathers into constraint
Stuffing me with lead
Soon to be faint

Emotions pour with tears a flow
Collapsing to the floor
Revive myself from the blow
Slowly limp to the door

The shavings of my life
The bleakness to the soul
Lacerated as if with a knife
A load no one can truly hold





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