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Oct 2021
Crawling from the catacomb
Iā€™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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