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Thursday, October 22, 2015



by Arcssin Burnham

Locked in chains full of dangers,
hold my hands lord,
pulling me further and further away
from my original destination, 
what's with a these different strangers,
life can also record,
all the things you gave and took away,
weather the source of damnation,

I can't imagine life without beauty,
scratch and then patched,
something anyone wouldn't want to 
bother with,
when it comes to judgment, 
my sincerest apologies truly, 
don't want to get too attached, 
with a dose of salt and a quad of spit,
in the air..... I'm suspended.

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