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kiss the angry rash at my throat where the fires of melancholy that burn inside me have licked upward like a witch burning a witch who burns herself from the inside out
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
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kiss the angry rash at my throat where the fires of melancholy that burn inside me have licked upward like a witch burning a witch who burns herself from the inside out
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
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