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Sep 2018
after him
i became
a sick ghost
passing through time
hardly making a sound
afraid of being discovered
by an exorcist full of spite
I used to be made of flesh and blood
Until he made me bleed out
And ***** out all my insides
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CNM  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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