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Apr 2020
too sick of love songs with no rhythm
or bounce,
too drunk on potions half-mixed
with only ounces of exchanged dead energy.
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i need violence and i need peace,
in the same breath.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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