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Jul 2018
The taste of madness in my mouth,
The heat of it within my mind-
roaring still despite your absence.

Tempered in time
they tell me
Heavy phantoms may leave you still.

But I am still whirling for you,
And I  feel so twisted for it,


god.

          please.
                            help.

me.

I

              still

love

                   him.
Written by
vera  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Oheneba
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