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Apr 15
I'm poisoned,
under-neath,
a derelict,
bridge,
of breaths
wishing
for death.
A feast
No crest,
Another body
Timelessly,
endlessly.
How to be happy,
Only the fingers,
can erase my frown,
as I take to being
so drowned.
Fallen Angel
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Fallen Angel  45/M/Singapore
(45/M/Singapore)   
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