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Pity nightmares
She's not even real yet but I hear her voice from the corner of my room, I imagen her contortions distorting my vision, such a blissful idea, her tounge dripping with venom, she strokes my face and licks my exit wound, such lovely thoughts but she's not even real yet.
Published 30th May 2018
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31st May 2018 2:03pm
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15th Jul 2018 1:49pm
Sort of, it's about fixating on the future and creating problems in your head that havn't happend yet.
