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Mar 2023

she was
violence

the violet
dream

they saw her
on weekends

when she
was lonely

dancing for
the winds

mixed with
ecstasy

she tasted
like silence

mixed with
whiskey

stronger than
most

stranger than
nothing

she was
she was
she was


aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
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