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CE
Poems
Jan 2016
ITS RIGHT THERE ITS RIGHT THERE
BEHIND ME
IT BREATHES
UNDER MY BED
IT BREATHES
BEHIND EVERY DOOR CREAKING OPEN
IT BREATHES
WHEN I TURN UP DEAD
HUNG BY A ROPE
CUT OPEN LIKE A TURKEY
DROWNED LIKE A BAG OF KITTENS
THE ONE WHO KILLED ME
**WAS
NOT
ME
Written by
CE
19/M/merrily on high
(19/M/merrily on high)
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