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May 2020
It burns
I still want to touch
It steals
I give it so much

It hurts
I still like its pain
It cuts
when I'm running away

It lies
So does the truth
In blood
looking for proof

It feeds
still I am starving
It grieves
yet nothing is dying

It learns
am I not knowing
It serves
things I am showing
Orakhal
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Orakhal
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