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April 13, 2013
Blank lines fill blank pages
Too good to be true
The cheers and the hate
It pours out in screams and shouts
In hustle and bustle and sprawl
I try to end my torn agony
I rip myself from glue stuck keys
To find a residue lining my eyes
And blurring my lids and lines
That shine out from the darkness
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