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Jun 2020
Scars on
my soul
and body,
eyes
closed,
I leave
my skin.
Isolation
pain imparting,
tortured
are the
souls of
men.
In the
empty night
Iā€™m flying,
I pass this
gift unto
my kin.
Inside
I feel
like dying,
light infused
with dark
within.
Pluto
Written by
Pluto  23/M/USA
(23/M/USA)   
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