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Jun 2019

every night she comes and goes
spilling her wrath on everything she
touches until the world is a silent, black hole
of nothingness.
but every morning I crave her presence
and I can’t help it.

Written by
blackbiird  27/F/A happy place.
(27/F/A happy place.)   
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     ---, Fawn, byron Johnson jr, Mark S and ---
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