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A confession

In the moonlit dreamtime as the 

Warblers rest and stars kiss the midnight sky

I want to die

As the sun rises flirting seductively with

The horizon and cotton candy clouds

Tiptoe across the dawn

I want to die

In nameless parties with empty faces 

And monsters growing with every sip of

Poison they ingest 

I want to die

Within warm...

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