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Aug 2020
Oil
Incinerate my heart;
And the emotions contained.

You may not need
To do any labor,
For the monster inside
Will eventually consume itself,

Leaving me
But an empty shell.
FluorescentShadow
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FluorescentShadow  18/M/Does it matter?
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