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Nov 2020
Cool coconut caresses
The open sores in my mouth
From not eating.

I can't help it,
"I don't need it"
I tell myself

It burns but in the least satisfying way
I'd rather swallow fire than
Let myself eat a hole through my empty soul

Trudging through this creative poison
Using it like I use this
Eating away at the different layers of what I need to live
I don't like this one but i wrote it anyways
Ian Robinson
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Ian Robinson  20/M
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     Imran Islam, Khoisan, SJM, --- and Faeryn
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