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Mar 2019
Winter Girl
Icy, Naked, Blizzard, Lust
Warms me

She's so cold!
How could she know
That she destroys me
If I don't tell her?

Hate on Skates
She comes for me
Rasping shrieks
Devoid of pleasure
Collapse to the side

No way of knowing
What is real

Cigarette shimmers
Pale red light
Crushed to ashes

I lie alone.

I die alone.

Good night.
Shane Roller
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Shane Roller
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