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Apr 2020
The love is drowning
But I'm seeing through the sea
Breathing in the death
Staring straight through the ripple

The love is consuming
But I'm living through the ingest
The toxicity in the belly swallowed
Sits till the **** makes its way out
Bullet
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Bullet  22/M
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   Colin Makgill
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