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i think of how it died with you

 

how flames
came to claim
every secret
cemented in
your face
 
my throat
still retches
hoping this
vessel only
bared it,
 
i think of
how it died
with you  
 
a name
only fit  
for dying
cults.
 

 
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#NooPoo45
07.05.21
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