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Nov 2017
Someday you too will
Just like he did

And for the rest
Of what will be rest
You will cry beneath
Lepren's road

The stars above your
Ponderous head will
No longer excites you

Thy beloved soul will
Refuse to recognize you

Just like he did
You will start hating things
Your skin and bones and cells
And everything you think

Do come to me
Lying naked in the dark
With knife over every deep scar
And fresh blood floating in
Every possible part

And just like he did

Come to me
Alexander Supertramp
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Alexander Supertramp  18/M
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