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Mar 2021
I go limp in his arms
just to see if he can catch me

"don't forget about the stars, don't forget about the stars"

they are beautiful, and all over
but the darkness between them is such a scary thing
I saw a poem on here by a Richard Frank called "Growing Up"
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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