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Nov 2018
The toxic sting of masculinity,
Poured like molten metal upon my skin.
Like devil's trumpet flowers, intoxication within.
Like a trick, a joke, a prayer to Satan.
A trap, a prison,
A cold destination.
Foundation.
Controlled infatuation.
Original sin.
Sidd Kingsley
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Sidd Kingsley
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