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Oct 2017
Me
the beat of my heart
is the deed that i did
those sins that i made
is underneath my skins
the air spilled in my lungs
is the filthiest in riches
the iron smell run my blood
is the rustiest in bleached
the ideas that i have
is the brain that i latched
Written by
B Alias
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