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Apr 4
You heralded yourself in such a way that no one could come close.
You sought your outcome in a bed of women with knives in their socks.
I see who you are.
Your eyes are empty sockets that see light in the dark,
Because your mind has imagined it all.
*******. I can’t believe you’re alive. I see a corpse.
Written by
Maria Shabalin  21/F/New York City
(21/F/New York City)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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