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Jun 2020
You can draw every drop of blood from my veins,
keep from me the air in which I need to breathe,
or burn my shell to charcoal remains.

Take every bit of life

that is left in me, but I'll forever live on deep within my written poetry.
Poetic justice
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Poetic justice  37/M/Uk
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