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Jan 2019
There’s a human
No
A skeleton.
It’s eating bread. Well… chocking on it really.
A grave is being dug.
A box filled with wedding rings.
Red paint on a bed
Roses on the floor
A glass shattered
Someone fainted
A child is crying
A mother is crying
A man is crying
Everyone is crying.
based on my thoughts of king of pain by the police
Emerson Nosreme
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Emerson Nosreme  Non-binary/somewhere out there
(Non-binary/somewhere out there)   
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