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Dec 2018
names stick
they burrow
into your being
breaking you
o
p
e
n

each second
they tear through
my bones
into the spaces
between my organs

the words
force themselves
into me
but i’ll be ******
if i let them
become me

empty seas
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empty seas  15/F/away
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