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Jul 2019
You're not safe here.
Enraveled in the vien's.
Of my heart.
As it chars.
And turns black.
Walls crumbling.
Around you.
Dust clogging.
Your throat.
Your love lit.
A fire within.
But every fire.
Dies out.
And with it.
Comes.
Disaster.
Atlas
Written by
Atlas  AlagaΓ«sia
(AlagaΓ«sia)   
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