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Sep 2018
Fallen from Hell,
Out of the peripherals of my vision,
I saw her smile,
She breaths sadness onto the window,
I heard her laugh.
Watch as she walks herself onto the street,
I felt her hand.
Head wrapped in white roses to pretend.

I felt everything inside of her pour out onto the floor.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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   ali, Keith Wilson and YexMarie
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