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Edit: Trigger Warning How is it that I can bleed and not feel anything? To take this razor, cold and keen, and open up my flesh. How can my senses dull from something deathly sharp? I sit and wait for what comes next Expecting all my troubled thoughts to be made clean again. Written in … Continue reading Untitled #6


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Despite what could mean my demise I leave all worldliness behind Without my lonely heart I thrive Laughing, loving I've arrived Making everything seem right Satisfying my desires Without extinguishing my fires Fanning flaming hearts contained I linger here to sustain the blaze ©2000 Erin Shearer