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Feb 2018
Now he sits in a room, big enough for two.
a devil child with a black paintbrush,
drawing art on his skin,
Inspired by his mind.
Well, he never knew what it was like,
To see a shooting star and not feel scared.
Tøast
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Tøast  22/M/England
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