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Jul 2019
Clawing,
Searching for a door.
Nothing matters,
anymore.
With mobile metals,
You pierce my flesh
'Cause you humans
Like my meat fresh
Asominate
Written by
Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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     Keith Wilson and Asominate
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