Rust
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Category : Poems
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People die accidental deaths, Instead i get missed of this often I escape while my body goes to rust of the figure that I once made, just to be covered in a crust of fat and shame while individual snakes become visible and I still stay true and came thru to the few ppl I still trust, Yet I refuse to cry As I desperately try to keep their wrist closed.
