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Sep 2017
i'm still stuck on you
in the middle of
me being verdant
and withering
andΒ Β you not
being able to grow
there's enough
of you to fill
up a small
village in africa
but i just want
a piece of you:
baby corn-toothed
flawed man
i want you to revive
or ruin me
in rage
or in love
the hour of vengenance strikes, and I love you.
Written by
Azaria  26/F
(26/F)   
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