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Jan 2019
When I retire,
You haunt me,
Like a nightmare
That chases people through
Their dreams,
Depriving them of rest.
Foul demon,
Be gone from this earth.
Leave us alone to wallow
In the ashes of our youth.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
(24/F/Seattle)   
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