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Jun 2019
a devil on shoulders,
careless and older,
infamously colder,
than ice on a boulder.
and so, i'm ashamed,
the things i can't say,
but when they are spoken,
they're given a name.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
218
   Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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