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Sep 2016
i will *****
your love out

like sweet acid
it lies at the bottom of my stomach
and comes up
triggered by memories
by fleeting moments

the salty love of countless men
lying at the pit for ages
the taste of bitter tears
mixing into
a most cruel of cocktails

i will *****
my sins out
traumamind
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   V, Doug Potter and PS
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