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Amygdala
 


Behind dark alleys
He feeds on my fears,
I dare not dig-memories deeply buried,
Bottled tears,
In my well of reveries;
Drown me deep
In total oblivion,
So I could live in light
And love again,
My dearest amygdala.

By dark_angel28

© 2012 dark_angel28 (All rights reserved)

 

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