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by Chris Swiderski Apr 10, 2014 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Splayed bare My image borrowed I'm here today Begone tomorrow Caste away From what I was beholding Cardiac arrest of a treasure once golden Bartered my life For too little a price Shook hands With the deceiver's plan Felt forsook Completely overlooked Digging my plot To cradle this wound I shan't rest easy In Sheol, my tomb