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    Untitled {Poetry} 
    Hell the stairs are winding heading into a war full of butterflies and satans with ponds turn as lakes eating innocent souls rabbit rabbi ribbit mumbling can’t talk can‎’t stop can’t be dull lullaby dream of you naked hugging toy looks like him/me/I was there burn burn burn like a witch am giggling am not you don’t like me.
    PLEASE GIMME MINE WANT