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Jul 2016
When words become ablation
And hands are merely frame,
I stand in hesitation
Avoiding vapid flame.
With lack of motivation
I stride with grueling step
To **** sordid crustaceans
Consuming my own head.
Mikayla S Lewis
Written by
Mikayla S Lewis  Florida
(Florida)   
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