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Cradle Within the Empty Womb – Unhinged Poem

Symptoms of another child, one hand in the sky, a devil in the darkness, a blade in the sky, tomorrow is a window, that can only be seen, the door to yesterday is locked and there is no key, so cry yourself to sleep, slit your wrist for all to see, but know this disease that’s killing you, is also killing me…

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