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Sep 2018
Twisted faces and grotesque features
Encapsulated in prominent darkness
They emerge at night
Sights settled on the idle mind
They break and burn and bruise
I’m starting to think they are my muse
i have some ugly looking friends living in my mind
Vish
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Vish  22/F/on a cloud
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