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Dec 2018
I let strangers pick
at my rotting brain
unfamiliar fingertips
grasping my darkest thoughts
I tried to bleed my emotions
but knicked a vein
presenting to you
my papercuts
and gunshots
its all for the wandering eyes of the cracks and corners of the internet
Red
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Red  Genderqueer/australia
(Genderqueer/australia)   
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   Rich Hues
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