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Jul 2018
You are the smoke that is filling my lungs
Creeper that tightnes my heart
Icicles that condense on my cheeks
You are the phlegm that settles in my throat

Please, leave
You are hunting my body
Let me out!

Kiss me first and let me out.
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     gianna marie, Ash and Fawn
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