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Sep 2016
Like oil in my throat
you burn me,
I'm your comfort food
so consume me
until you're fine again.

Tug on my breath
just when you're out of it,
Your intentions I've undressed,
Your disguise is naked now,
Save yourself somehow.
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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