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The Cut

A Poem by Godwin Snow

The outside is contentThe interior is in turmoilFilled with angerBlood begins to boilFlowing and stingingPain is the father, son, and pale white ghost..

Is my soul defective?

A Poem by Godwin Snow

i ran away last nightin my dreamsi cried last nighti came apart at the seamsi thought hard last nighteyes widei hurt last nighti think i diedwent for ..

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