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Sep 2015
She burnt up as her life burnt down
But her screams for help did not make a sound
And all of the joys that she had ever found
Were long turned into ashes now
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
moss
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moss  23/Non-binary/Void
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   Mike Essig, --- and ---
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