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Jul 2018
Sitting here, somber of the past.
It came and went
A heaven sent
I knew she'd never last.

Burning bright, seductive flame of white.
Scorched by the sun
I knew I should've run
Blinded from what is wrong and right.

Now I'm sitting here,
With thoughts I hoard that burn and sere.
Wondering what I would have done
If I chose-
To turn and run.
Industrial Death
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Industrial Death  21/M/North Carolina
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