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3d
An arithmetic
of the forensic
blood stains
that remains,
No samples
No DNA.

This was never my sworn born Planet,
I never asked my wings to land here.

Tonically,
and categorically,
she was the one,
with piercing
of those green
beautiful eyes,
I'll **** myself
to be reborn
into your imagery
and hopes
you wished for.

Intrinsically
and so beautifully,
Not plentifully
is this emptiness.
Poisoned Wells
Written by
Poisoned Wells  45/M/France
(45/M/France)   
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