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Tiamat Anne Dec 2015
out the radio he preaches to the masses; hymns teen-pop dreams. they love you, they scream.
limelight follows and burns the soft apples of your cheeks, so tender young and sweet.

-- look boy, you glow.
golden apollo, your chariot awaits.

year-king, messiah.
they'll replace you when you're grown. an expiration date tickles
your throat and the clock counts down. you were never meant to last,
oh rotting, pretty thing.

— The End —