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Jan 2021
Dissolving and a scarf.

Brought about.
Cyanide.
Where it goes.
Stagger.
Bladder
It hurts.
Like some lead.
On the floor.
With a hope to maybe blink.
Scarlet finish.
Return in ultimate bliss.

Garrett Johnson.
Never, distorted but why not.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  23/M/In the woods
(23/M/In the woods)   
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