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i hear the hellhounds,
i hear the ghosts.
they’re dead to all sounds,
but i hear the most.
i get trapped way down,
i am no saint.
they see no burden,
as i die under its weight.
but i let the hate pound
inside of my veins.
i let it lash out at
me this way.

-m.p. 07/02/2014