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Category: Poems
Current mood:  ashamed

In my writings he is on repeat.
In my art I show defeat.
Bounds of papers, so mundane.
Yet the only thing to keep me sane. 
A window once ajar,
I observe from afar.
A breeze, no longer welcome in my room.
To hear his warning never-more fills me with doom.

-Gutter Girl