Acid Rain by T R S

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Sep 2019

I heard it crashing.
Lime-soaked hell
Dripping on a haven
MY Haven.

Made of stone.

It's an iron maiden
Licking off
every mineral

Taking everything
until I'm all alone.

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T R S 29/M

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