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Mar 2017
Every season gets worse
cumulatively
Years behind me, years stretch still in front
Now accepting madness
part and parcel
for who's ****** me and I've ******

I've ******
******
****** my share of life

Souls in proximity
souls wrapped in snare
souls drained for empathy,
empty
Need it. Can't find it. Rend flesh. Gnash teeth.
Why else would I have consigned?
Zero Nine
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Zero Nine  27/Non-binary/Portland, OR
(27/Non-binary/Portland, OR)   
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   ---, Aeerdna, unnamed and Petal
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