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☆ Last Fall

With the end of summer comes fall, And with fall comes back a nightmare.. I am done coughing up dust In attempts to drink from dry wells. Wasn't it supposed to be a heart full of desire? That fought to grow And not to be thrown away In the darkest shores. But in murk and iniquity he stood on my way, Elated at the sight of me screeching in pain... Vanquishing and quelling my soul To only get lustier day by day. While he rammed through me as I lay there, Still like a cold meat Wrapped around his filth And patiently waiting, for it all to end!

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