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Jan 2018
Darkness
it dares to invite me
to sit
and sink with the others.
I hear them howling
shrieking
and their vocal chords
tear open.
Their tears
are blood
their blood
sizzles
as it surfaces
on their skin.
Skin
that is melting.
I touch them to feel it.
Then I touch mine
but
I feel bones.
Rooh
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