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Apr 2019
When Cheryl Blossom said,
"Her
name was Heather,"
No one else heard
The silent emphasis,
but it rang in my ears.
A persistent stinging in the back of my throat,
tearing at my eyes
pouring from my mouth,
coating my ******* thick,
black and red
vicious drink of liars.
Written by
Kay-Rosa  14/Genderqueer/FSM Heaven
(14/Genderqueer/FSM Heaven)   
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