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Aug 2019
Callous had warned me,
I wish somebody had worn me

Malice will bore the free,
wishing they had never kept me

Hide, cold bones
inside the dugout
Hear that crack,
a fallen smile reacts

Pleasure is a wisp,
rotten upon wells fist
Hidden beside you,
ask somebody else

Where are they wearing thin?
WiltSov
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WiltSov  35/M
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     Fawn, Em MacKenzie and Bogdan Dragos
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