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The skeletons in my closet
keep closets themselves
secrets darker than the vacuum
of the blackest star
imploding silently within
consuming personality
paid for with innocence and shame
but strange and uncomfortable dreams
still linger in my head
slightly behind memory
feelings of vivid emotions
virtually unpleasant whatevers
unreachable somethings
of a past that should never
repeat itself