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Dec 2017
Buzz cut boy with the ****** knuckles
You've got war dripping from your lips when you smile
Acid tongue that splits skin every time you use your voice like a whip
All that anger in your eyes could start fires
You’d burn the world down if you could
My heart like your pillow, to bite, to punch, to scream all your fury into
If I close my eyes I can feel you curled around me
Creature of my euphoria dreams
And my nightly trembling
I think you will always be my vengeful ghost
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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