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Jan 2013
plat, plat, plat*
went the blood as it spat on the floor.
He entered the tub a few hours before.
She slipped in, with him, to rest her bleary eyes.
With a razor, she chose to never arise, and
him, with pills, a bit counter-clockwise.
Entwined, they were found in an eternal embrace,
though the events prior could never be traced.
Harlow
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   kai and DieingEmbers
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