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Dec 2017
******* molten pit
churning, relentlessly
swirling,
there is no after the fact,
no event can be dreaded and gone over,
because it never
stops.
always twisting and moaning,
wriggling around guts and spines
screaming,
it’s screaming so loud
but no one can hear,
so the blackhole exists to no one
else but me.
Written by
ryan  17/F
(17/F)   
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