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Nov 2018
I still taste the salt of the silent tears
that poured from my empty orbs
the sea spilled from my eyes
and burned holes into my soul
I bathe in my acid raindrops
and favour the torment
my heart drowned dead
a romantics ritual
Red
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Red  Non-binary/australia
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