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Mar 2013
It's felt
it's prickling my skin
tiny jabs
remember what you need?
It ruptures a ruckus
in the confines of prudence
it catapults a cacophony
of malice at my brain.
It's a barrage of unwanted emphasis
a fierce and hot tension
erupting a desire
unrivaled and distinct
melting my insides
into a puddle of hate
Miko
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Miko  30/Non-binary/Copious amounts of stress
(30/Non-binary/Copious amounts of stress)   
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