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Jun 21

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  22/F/Louisiana
     ---, Fawn, byron Johnson jr, Mark S and M-E
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