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Oct 2021
the licks you inflict
from the gun pointed in contradict
suddenly stick to, and its sick too,
that the violence of silence in sundered solace of which the trigger was shot to, and now in this constant, its the bullet that shocks, its the anger that he kills. helplessly instilled.
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
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