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Apr 28
I took an axe — to the wall,
To tell me how'd it feel like,
I took an axe, to the stairs
Before I've had my morning cereal
I took an axe to the madman crunching up the steps
Of the house whithout the door
No room, no floor

Rot—
Till my screams echoed no more
I turned my poems upside down and saw that I'd forgot
Written by
Zoe
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   Sudzedrebel
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