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Apr 2021
I walk towards my own destruction.
The last push; will be for lust.
Even though light can't grow thy heart.
Hope; my essence.
I romanticize Sirens.
Pitiful will be if you persist
With such tricks, but a spell
will begin,
for thy empty soul
you became.
We don't shine, because their light pollute our skies.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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