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Jan 2018
Teenage wrists
Nailed onto the ladder
Booming wombs
Locked inside self-made tombs
Over patterns of choice
Swallow it all
To wake the twisting consumer
Of molochlolita
I'd **** you if I can
But that won't make me a man
No wonder the youth is getting allergic
All the magic
Has failed
Let the Melody Shine
Adam Robinson
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Adam Robinson  21/M/UK
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