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Apr 17
The shadows pour down over my skin
The olive tones get sunken from the light
And I resurface pallid porcelain—
Do you see me?

The blackness it holds over my soul,
The vase of my heart was broken and glued with gold
But now dressed by the sinking night.

Sickness, it crawls through all of my veins
Ants are down a roadway to eat out of my eyes
As the ichor settles thick like a syrup
Splash down on both of my thighs,
The cut is deeper, now, can you feel it?

On this sinking night…
Not sure about this one, just came to me
Damocles
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Damocles  39/M/IN
(39/M/IN)   
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     rick, naǧí and Jimmy silker
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