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Jul 2016
There is a snake.
Its many beautiful scales criss-cross over
my heart. I. I. I.
promised to never tell a soul
and hoped to die.

I'll be swallowed whole.

Boa-constricting inside my head
until the ink coloured poison drip drops till
i'm dead
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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