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Sep 2019
so tired i sat on this silver chair
that one i know there were strangers blood onΒ 
i could be sitting on a ****** sceneΒ 
having dead old blood cell on my coat
then carry that eventually onto my bed
because my clothing rack is right next to my bed

some dried dead strangers blood cells,
they have a higher chance of having contact with my bare skin,
then a billion more things
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