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Mar 2022
broken wings of angels can
no longer shield me, even if i
didnt already know that your
embrace is but a white prison

your tears feel as real as the
poisoned blood dried black
on my skin that you offer me
to be cleansed of once again

03.27.22
to choose you or to suffer is not love.
you are not love.
efni
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