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Jul 2019
A cold appartment
Eyes spread across my face
Centering everything beautiful in the holes of her pupils
Charged and ready to explode

An impasse with an endless concrete wall
Wrapping ourselves into the swallowing umbra
Concealing us from the world into cocoons of black hides.

Awaiting as a resonating swan song in the soundless skull
I am nothing but harm.
Written by
missuppfostrad
200
   Rogues Gallery
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