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February 23, 2015 by tales0397

Anger
Streams
Through
The
Room
As
The
Other
Listens
To
Venom
Felt,
Whilst
Peering
Through
The
Glazed
Eyes
Of
A
Wounded
Soul,
Feeling
Something,
Understanding
Nothing

©tales0397

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