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The walls are vacant
The laughter has died
All, all the gray has left a putrid residue of black
The Abyss has opened up and swallowed us all whole
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
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September 6, 2008 in A Happy Poem | Tags: A Happy Poem, Happiness, Medicated Lady, Poem, Poetry, Writing | 1 comment
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