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Feb 2018
cry
i
am
not


anymore
an
man

my fists fly

because
i
am






...












his breath was hot
in
my
face
my hands
around his neck
pulling him closer
we lick his face
me and my
demons
what
has
he
done
this taste for his flesh
my grip tighten around his throat
gasping for air my lips
**** his

his last breath
was mine



how refreshing
what life was this
anyway

she was watching me

from the shadows she was watching
no knife to conceal

what was this dead body
there was no life
in
him

his breath was her constant death
what burn ban effcting me
he will be wheel barrel bait
we will burn him
in
that
drum


under the old oak tree


come my love
smell
the scent


this is what it smells like
if
you
don't
repent

from heaven
we were
sent

we are so confused
you don't belief me
sniff
the
blue off
my bruise

start sniffing
she made
me
?
















...
..
.
found this
in
my
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..
.
branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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