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Apr 2019
i don’t want to die
in the shade this time
with the haunting phrases
that conjure every nearby demon
still pouring out of me

minerva of a thousand works
and condolences
red was everywhere
when you lifted up your shirt
and the water in your eyes
was boiling like mercury
at the thought
kevin hamilton
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kevin hamilton  29/M/toronto
(29/M/toronto)   
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