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I wear
Gloves

Like I'm
Going to

Kill you
All.

I won't
Go through
With it.

I just
Taunt myself

And tease
Myself

Like
masturbation

But more
Enticing.

Like black
Lace frosting

On a divorce
Cake.

I celebrate
The deaths

That I wish
I could cause.


By Midnight Sunne
Copyright 2018


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