Annabelle James

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A black hollow bowl,
The bowl...
Is my heart
I am a pioneer of pain
...

Tonight, we spent hours on the cold cement,
lamenting our cold hearts.
They don't understand the complex layers
of our undefinable love
...

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I just have a lot of feelings.)

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Thoughts On A Bowl

A black hollow bowl,
The bowl...
Is my heart
I am a pioneer of pain
Nobody understands, nobody can see.
The pain that is, being me
The dogs no longer acknowledge me
With their solidarity bark
Because they know that I
Am dead inside
Within the hollow chambers of my tortured being
There lies no more a beating heart
Instead a lonely pack of 6AA batteries
That beat this fountain of wasted tears through my wasted body

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