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Jul 2021
Your eyes are impure
Made sully but tender by the wandering eyes of others
Emboss your body with their words
Push your legs through water, rise from the sea
Eat men like air, run your fingers through your hair
But you’re no Hercules
You’re no hercules

Bite the souls of others
And demolish your own
I miss the friends I made on here, come back guys I've just had writer's block for months :(
faust
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faust  16/M/USA
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