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Jan 2017
what blessing i
ve never been to
this place
o creaking bone
i meticulously cultivate wrinkles on my face
please consider killing me sometime
there are so much ways
cruel
cruel
cruel
have a knife, knives
knead me with piping asphalt
i am sheltered
i've always been
wanting
desiring
craving
to lose
to lose
to lose
Written by
Pea
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   bleh
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