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Jan 2020
******. ******. Little. Drop.
Ripping. Tearing. Never. Stop.

Losing control poisoned me.
But in your torment, I was free.

Butchers slab, hard and cold.
Another victim, never old.

******. ******. Little. Drop.
Drinking glass, filling up.
****** poetry.
Written by
Max
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