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Jan 2021
Last night I slept in a white-walled room, surrounded by pinned butterflies framed with old love. They were so beautiful I wanted them as mine. Sheets fell as I stood and looked at each in turn, watched my own reflection ghost over their glass. I unpacked them. Held Lost to my heart β€˜til its wings moved with my pulse. Took Lonely in my mouth β€˜til it was whole. Peace settled in my hair. Regret hid. Lust danced in circles on my hand.
ju
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ju  F/England
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