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Jun 6
I’m cold and heartless, hollow to the bone.
I’ll use you up and leave you all alone.
No guilt will bloom, no second glance or pause.
I am the storm that never checks its cause.
Written by
Henry
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     Dorothea Daisy, rick and bleedingink
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