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Feb 2019
When all is done
and your tools have cut into me
when the audience roars
and Satan asks me, "How was it?"

know this,
with every part of you that is able to know:

I'll make sure to save you a seat
in the coldest theater of hell.
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Gatekeeping surgeons are the worst.
Dante
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Dante  27/Non-binary/Connecticut
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