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afraid but alive pink bleeds into my 5:45 AM sky, purple bruise on a shredded knee high, black & blues are haunting you, but this pain is the only thing that's keeping me alive. 
"And for the poet even disasters are on the agenda." - Alexander Pushkin         Impact (12/27/15)   Is it wrong to break A promise when
When I was a little boy
I am a key. I am metal and cold. I am hard and ornate. I do not taste or see or feel. Pockets, drawers, and key-chains. All places that I can hide. Locking thing up tight. Hider of many things.
I) I stay up at night because I hate distractions from the cruel conscious II) I don't like coffee but I hear artists love it. Therefore, I indulge.
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