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Nov 2018
Like a mangled
corpse
lying on the ground,
what we had between us
rotted
and we jumped back in fear
of what we've become.
I'm sorry.
kivel
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kivel  17/M/Los Angeles, California
(17/M/Los Angeles, California)   
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