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Mar 2018
Entombed inside your bones, my soul will fade in the comfort of home.  
Let our skin shed to the tone of our heart's reprise, as they fall into repose.
Don't ever let me go, entwined underneath the moon's shine,
As Death softly kisses our foreheads, goodnight

-SLuR
Slur pee
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Slur pee  29/F/Texas
(29/F/Texas)   
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