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memory I don't want to remember

His little wispers, love me.
That's all I ask for, love me.
How should I feel?
He struggled closer, then he stole her.
s i l e n t   p a i n
then he slowly saw her nightmares was his dream
There's bathtubs, full of glow flies.
Bathe in kerosene.
Their words tattoed in his veins.


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