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Nov 2018
Burning hole
Creator of flesh
Burn into me
Miss sweet sleep
Follow broken glass
Perpetual numbness
The numbers add
Armies formed
The night of blood
Creeks of clear
Walks so silent
Two feet
Attack pavement
Sit for awhile
Rest your head
No not hurt
Swallow those dead.
Brynn S
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Brynn S  17/F/Searching
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