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Mar 2020
You were my dream
When I was sixteen,
And my nightmare
Three years later.
Every time I think
I’m starting to forget you
I wake up from a nightmare
Facing your
Cold
Blue
Eyes,
And
Hot
Hot
Breath,
And I know I can never forget.
Anonymous Freak
Written by
Anonymous Freak  22/F/USA
(22/F/USA)   
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   G Alan Johnson
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