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Dec 2019
Break into this. Addiction center.
Filled with pills to get better.
And increAse my pleasure.
Give me nasty weather
To quit smoking all together..
**** thor. Imagine Loki
Dancing backwards. In asanta sweater
Tricks and hoes.
Tan the leather with a glow of metal
And inscribe my eyes with the stenciled letters.
Of healing vision. And a life of feathers.
Like **** my cold.
Hope my hearts together.
And drip my letter with ink.
Stained. And virtue spelled.
The shell that cracks.
Andi get a smell.
God Allah the creator someone help
Like yelped.
The tell.
Is my. Voice In pieces
My daughter learned to teach
It meaning.
So ring
And rip. And gorge on flesh.
My bodies mess
And your regret
I hope it works.
The pain is nada
I live for death. If this stops
Stop tryna save me
Dont even bother
Jordan Gablehouse
Written by
Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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