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Apr 2019
feverly searching
for that toxic taste
of gasoline

light my match
on your air
conscious clean

all i am
are explosions
and the time between them
on the floor

gathering my parts enough
to set myself
on fire
once more
Written by
Jay  Sweden
(Sweden)   
  201
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