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there aren’t voices,
there’s only one.
a screaming echo
of my own tongue,
beating my skull
with my own gun
of should have,
would have
could have done.
i can not hide,
i can not run,
from words born out
of my own lungs,
curses that leave me
to burn among
the flames, deranged,
till i’ve succumbed.

-m.p. 02/21/2015

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