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Syc Katt

Concussion

twisting turning
thougths are burning
soinning spinning round and round
suddenly shes on the ground

wounded bloody
also muddy
dizzy fadeing
suddenly hateing
concrete infection
dont know which direction
the blood is dripping
my mind is flipping
swirling black
wont be back

shes on the floor
at heavens door

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