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Oct 2018
she tells me to **** it up like a sponge

shut my eyes tight and bite on my tongue

i can't help but feel like the kiss of death

one day i'll look around to find nothing left

everything i touch turns to dust

dirt, grime, nothingness, and rust
halle
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