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Aug 2020
in the dirt they roam
through dust and storms
they always grow
the dead will always roam
through the slopes
the devils will live
and my soul will be a house
let it all out and let them in
they only win if you let fear in
Snow Selmon
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Snow Selmon  18/Transfeminine
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