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Jul 2021
when my demons closed shop,

it will be humid and hot,

but my soul's a bit colder,

and my mind not as shocked.

when your face becomes love,

finally feeling at home.

when i can say no to a drug,

or a drink and some sin.

marry me on paper,

i wont know when to say when,

help me bury the past,

lead me where to begin.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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   B E Cults
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