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May 2017
Dark embers,
Blistering heart throbs,
Satanic fueled sensations
Pervading through
The very sanctions
Of seclusion.

I beg not for duty,
But for
The continual revealation
Of my tragically
Wicked ways.
Taboosun
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Taboosun
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