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Apr 2014
don't touch me
for I am not pure.
the plague in my veins
rests a lump in my gullet
I cannot breathe
choke on your words, child.
you will not be the only one to burn.
the soul survivor brings
no mercy to those
with a past.
**** it off
don't face
the unknown darkness.
you cannot be afraid
of the worrisome elder
that reeks of experience.
you will become*
they speak.
you are not safe.
Caitie
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Caitie  the states
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