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No End In Sight


A collapse 
Into anger

Need to destroy
Comes after me

Burning off
An ardent soul

Reckless indignant
Vindictive and cold

Riding off
Into the deadly

A hopeless
Disquiet

To drown
The thing

Big mad
Starveling!

No end in sight!
Horror reverses

Into sadness
Overnight.

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