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Jan 2017
Ammonia

My mouth became a cemetery
for all the words I didn't say,
I bought them all
tombstones and coffins
and buried them,
a self destructive funeral.
I could rip you in half,
turn into a lurid scream
and shatter your spine;
I think you would be
the perfect picture of putrefaction,
mutilated, in monochrome;
the very shade of my heart.
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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   Timothy and K G
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