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Dec 2017
He is the darkest memory
Buried inside, beneath all this skin
Causing a chemical imbalance
Gnawing at my every *****...
We dance when I sleep
Spinning circles around the ballroom in my head
A fantasy he uses to distract me
Gripping me, twisting me, until I am dead
PaperclipPoems
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PaperclipPoems  Nor Cal / Arizona
(Nor Cal / Arizona)   
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