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Jul 2019
I'm scared of my demons.
To me they are heathens,
I feel them breathing,
Their cold hearts beating,
The horrible screeching,
Is nothing but my dreaming,

Yet they are fallen angels,
They fell from heavens grace,
We are no different from them,
They too have a story to tell.
migayle ocuaman
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migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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