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War with myself

  • Writer: Justin O.
    Justin O.
  • Jun 1, 2020
  • 1 min read

The poet has died but not dead Two choices were made yet unrequited There's no definite and indefinite gloominess The likes of death, some succumbed so far proxy lived Souls meandering curio on my glorassary Sempiternal pulse left weeping On lamentable course 殺してください 自殺する前に

May 8, 2019

 
 
 

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