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Sep 2022
her ghost can be seen in his dimly lit blue eyes
her past love drowning inside his infected brain
his purpose strangled him, snapped his neck into pieces on the stained carpet
her voice can be heard in the quietest of cathedrals
but he wouldn’t dare enter such a guileless building with such a guileless soul as hers
that’s so tragic, da heck

9/25/22
newborn
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newborn  18/F/wherever you are
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