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Feb 25
as the gunmen circle around my fragile corpse
and my ichor seeps out my hollow vessel
my eyes will be forever trained on you
as i ask one final question:
is my love to be
paid in blood?
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hsn  14/beatopia
(14/beatopia)   
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