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Apr 2018
Your name,
it is wet blood that clings to my lips
Invoking it, choking on it
I have summoned You
Haunted as I am,
as desperate as I beg to be possessed,
I release You β€”

For I know by nature’s law,
the living does not belong with the dead
.
April 2018
Written by
Elicia Hurst
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