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Jun 1
When all hope is crashed,
and you no longer
feel that heart-beating
of a rush,
You know its time
to meet the reaper
who beckons you,
before the day's end.
What is left when
you look in the mirror
with darkly green eyes
that hold no love or
compassion for anything
or anyone,
You're a just a vessel
going through the motions.
sting-of-the-bees
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