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Nameless-Drew Owen

The blood coursing through my veins

Now touched by my tongue

Only my soul remains.

For my heart, beating like a drum at a million times a minute

My brain, staticking wild

I’m not sure what to think.

These words pop in my head next by next in a line

The line I walk because it’s mine.

Just like the world,

It’s been etched in ink.

Now my heart slows, and the words slip away

Like my thoughts grown tired, it is the end of my stay.

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