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Jun 2020
A river of sins
coursing in my veins
you’re slowly
creeping
under my skin
Your hands
the firing pin
I beg
up to my chin
to release me
oh! my king
β€˜fore the
adrenaline
swallows me
within
Zia
Written by
Zia  F/England
(F/England)   
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