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Feb 2018
Make me an enemy
and ill whisper praise
upon your corroding
                           morality.

Even though I smile,
           its an illusion
of my fermenting anger.
    Always boiling beneath a surface.

I know you think your
            the centre of everything,
but your a black hole of everything
                     that swallows you beneath.
Poetic T
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       StΓ­ofΓ‘inΓ­n, Fix and Poetic T
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