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Apr 2016
I want to **** myself*
She says to the void
The void just closes it's big sleepy midnight eye
turns away
around
pulls the cloak further over its shoulder
Just a back
rippling in silk
The midnight eye curls it's cloak as it turns away
I am alone
trapped on this side of the glass
Written by
brock the badger
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