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Dec 2019
Dearest,

You watch the flames lick at my shoes
and tug at my clothes.

From behind the glass that protects you,
you witness your attempt of destruction.

You try to destroy me.

To dispose of me.

But I should have you know...

I'm untouchable.

~Monster
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