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I'm a broken heap lying
In the darkest corners of my closet,
Where the tendrils creep onto my skin
Leaving dotted lacerations
A map to the hell trapped within.
In the darkest corners of my closet,
Where the tendrils creep onto my skin
Leaving dotted lacerations
A map to the hell trapped within.
Published 20th Sep 2020
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