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Was it the fire between my thighs
that scorched the ground?
Or the tears from my eyes
that salted the earth?
Do the sounds of my cries
linger on the wind?
Could you feel my hope as it dies
and rots the lives around it?
I am death
I'm coming for you
until all that surrounds you is dust and ash
Do you still think you are innocent?
Monday 24th February 2020 6:41 pm
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