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Nov 2016
Its the world I love
That I don't know

Its the time

Its the teeth of the wicked
Its the hopes of the holy

Its my eyes

Glaring

I can not find a way to **** myself slowly
That I am comfortable with

Its years

Years

Its only what it always was
Its only finding out

Its my becoming

The thing I fear the most......
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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