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Jan 2020
Paper rats in the walls.

& Like the life previous.
I sense them once more.
Clawing at the inside of my brain.
Turning.
Everything.
But the floor.
They wine in cancerous heat upon my door.
& Leave my wall into a galaxy of a corpse.



Garrett Johnson.
On fire in the front row.
And her kiss had to throw me.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  20/M/In the woods
(20/M/In the woods)   
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