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The Wrinkles In My Heart Scream Poem

The wrinkles in my heart scream

I walked alone in the park at night

My brother by my side

Searching for a high I might regret

Five years ago you wouldn’t want to meet me

My face yelled red.

I could of told you anything and you’d believe what I said.

Or would you of known I was high?

Those lines never got me anywhere but down

Those lines never got me anywhere but up

Up as in high, down as in life.

Because down I would go once again

Now I look old and warn

Torn from a childhood

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