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Oct 2021
Crawling from the catacomb
I’m uninspired flesh and bone,
Face so blue, lips so cold,
Please kiss me from my sleep.

I'm poor, deaf, lame and blind,
Void of anything divine,
I hold my breath until the time,
You kiss me from my sleep.
Mr Shankley
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Mr Shankley  21/M/Great Britain
(21/M/Great Britain)   
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