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Jun 2015
Swallow your glass whole
Nothing will
Burning through your open closed
Swing, miss, swing

There’s an empty grave beneath the park
Where smiling children sing hymns to a silent dark

Who was suffocating
Once here, or nowhere?
Yellow toothed maniac
Down, dead, dying

I’ve worn my neck right through
Thinking of you
3:27pm, June 29th 2015

Nothing is ever as it seems. The world is shrouded in lies.
Akemi
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Akemi
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