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Jun 2018 · 463
Molasses
Danny M Jun 2018
Everything
Is slow.
I feel
Like I'm
Crawling
Inch by inch
Through
Thick
Molasses
Towards
A goal
Which
Is swimming
Far away
Faster
Than I ever
Could.
Jun 2018 · 277
Brittle Bones
Danny M Jun 2018
I can see right
Through you.
Your bones
Are black and brittle
From the evil
That drips from your soul.

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