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Abandoned Houses
Take me to the woods to rip out my soul -
Kill me and bury me in a deep, dark hole.
Kiss me,
Drunkenly,
In abandoned houses,
Listening to my heart scream -
Drowing out the loudness.
Photos forever of jumping trampolines,
And a mother suffering silently,
Mentally.
Sleeping on the floor with the sick kittens -
Wondering where I put the sandwich I bit in
Which tree...
Thursday 21st September 2017 8:25 pm
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