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Tarnished Thoughts The feeling of it inside, It feels so wrong, so incredibly bad.

It feels like a worm in the valleys of my head, The dark disturbed bends inside. Slither and slide, The thoughts are mine. The pain inside, The battered mind. The burrowed sign, The shattered find. The missing exile, The feeble child. All this and more, The unscathed sore. It feels so good, It feels so right. To think these things, Within my tarnished thoughts.

Anthony K. Rosales

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