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sacrebleu
American Sitting in a coffee shop. / Writing poetry. / Drinking tea. / Stereotypical sad dad. But I'm not a dad. / / I'm a 19 year young killer queen.
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Poems
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Words
58
feel
cold
heartbeat
ashes
rust
thicken
mental
hands
shake
bound
feelings
feet
bones
rising
exterior
dreaming
crete
emptiness
hate
sounds
ground
harden
afraid
soup
god
ice
wall
tin
fall
physical
eyes
dimensionally
form
opposites
equals
sins
spoon
hear
sink
thoughts
apart
childplay
stone
spine
corners
work
will
concrete
con
lose
commit
lifeless
ears