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Nov 2018
Night comes in, protection strips thin.
Frail fingers held the cages closed.
And with just a slip, the monsters come out.
And, they aren’t me.

Just keep it in.
Keep them slit in.
And i sit, thin.
Oof, we all have the potential to think such dark images......
forestfaith
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forestfaith  18/M/Singapore
(18/M/Singapore)   
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