

her eyesI wonder through the livid corridors of my life how it feels to have your misgivings vomited back into you destroying you end it that terribly sweet voice says I want to ignore it how could anybody with it laid before you the sense of indifference doesn't leave me when that blade bites again I wonder through those livid corridors of my life trail of my own destruction behind me my mind wonders she sits in a field of her own beauty ignorant of it lost in her own musings I walk over to her papers part at my feet I want to see what shes doing &nher eyes
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