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When she spurts her brine but your the shadow of a dream in their works hallway stairwell corridor on a Saturday evening

I could erase everything I had written
but my ideas would default the same.

my tongue has a palate for sickness
and it's scripted in the thought of your name.
samael
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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