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Nov 2024
My little secret
I hold you in the arms of my mind
And beat myself senseless
For these thoughts

I am incapable of growth
I am the **** of the innocent
I am the death of love
Watch me shudder
Writhe
And contort myself
Into something resembling human

Where is the fire of hell
That I've been promised?
Take me far from here
On wings of ashen lead
Zee
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Zee  M
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