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Oct 2018
...he is all kinds of perfect,
and then there's me,
i am poison.
it runs through my veins,
filling my head with impure thoughts,
and if we were ever to be together,
we would be poison smothered on an arrow's tip,
flying into the clear water at full speed
the poison slowly seeping, dissolving,
creating a toxic mixture that cannot be undone.
leah myles
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leah myles  16/F/toronto
(16/F/toronto)   
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