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It’s finally the day to come,
blood mixing in.
Flows like a river
through oceans of sin.
Long past the point
where the numbness was new.
Long past believing
that anything’s true.
Steel against flint,
only flash in this night.
Desperate to see
but it only ignites,
the gasoline soaked
twisted rags in my soul.
No way to stop it
and nowhere t...
Saturday 24th February 2024 1:32 am
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