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Oct 2017
X
Drink the dregs
I know you'll beg.
I know you'll bow
I'll kiss the brow.
X

You broke me
Bank telling zeros
Tanks killing Heroes,
While the Bards make prose.

Opprobrium arises
By being with you.
Reduced me to dust but
I'm nothing without you.

Strike me,
Kiss me
Just tell me
You'll miss me.

Don't let me fade away.
You were evil
And I'm his X
Kiss me again
We reduce to ***.

We reduce to body's
And endless sweat -
We reduced to vex
Our hearts distanced,
Now X.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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   Samuel H
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