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Jul 2020
Time is ticking,
Hearts expire,
As I mourn the loss of my desire,

I dread the pain,
As it consumes me,
Into this endless black hole of fury,

Feel the wrath,
Between my heart and wits,
As they clash like demons,
From the lack of passion,
In my firepit.
Jammit Janet
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Jammit Janet  28/F/Thunderdome
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