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Jul 2018
Nothing satiates a haze,
however a *****'s breath
and sorrow makes it wallow.

A cylindrical prison
pounding ideas forevermore
into your scalped recompense.

Take away these porcelain
walls or rip down the violet
curtains smothering it all.
Shin
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Shin  24/M/Chicago
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