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Jul 2017
life wanting death,
in the form of swirling detest
oh, the sincerest...
no, wait-- just a minute--
laugh
at the end of a long, dark tragedy

life wanting death
two halves and one chest
and it sure doesn't matter
to me.

i'd lie first, but when will you see?
i'd die, and then who would you be?
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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