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the tingles

“Razor blades and soft silk stitching blood shot eyes with comatose bodies covered walls with riddled words empty spaces fill the recess of my mind but hidden deep and dark are the things that make my stomach turn brittle spines and broken crosses why must it always be this way with a stroke of a brush the world turns red falling from grace with a smile and a laugh has never been so easy the more you sin the easier it gets whispers and taunts are easily followed down a dark path no light at the end of the tunnel with a key and a coin it becomes so clear”

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SIXTEENARMEDJA

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James Howell

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