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Jun 2012
I have a beast inside
that becomes my shadow in daylight
and sings me sickly sweet lullabies at night
She feeds on the formaldehyde in my blood
She ***** the air from my smoke filled lungs
She tells me I'm beautiful as claws dig in my skin
She calls me her pet
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