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Oct 2018
Should I hide
or pull out my veins

shush now
shadows will find you

feeling faint
sincerity
the petals carried
are dripping
with the darkest of sin

oh shush
they can hear you
voices carry

I trust no body

I won't reach forty
so close
I'll bite my fingers off
skin's peeling off

shush now
their coming

breathing in the fire
eileen
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eileen
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     Ben's Oldies and Logan Robertson
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