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Dec 2020
The comet streaks down, tail red like blood.
So beautiful and so terrible.
Will it **** me, or will I **** myself?
I know the answer.
The comet is my mind.
The comet is the demons in my head.
The comet is coming for us all.
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The Lonely Poet  F
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