Stay at my behind,
then see the young and innocent me.
Because if you stared at the wrong angle,
you'll dislike what you'll never unsee.
The haunting sight will pass,
will look at you like it didnt even last,
but there will never be a remedy.
YOU ARE READING
Dismal
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