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Aug 2021
my heart hurts
it squeezes
and bursts in my chest
as i cough up petals
she talks to me in flowers
and the sweetest of curves
but not about me
not about me at all
not me and her
and im left to yearn
yet to smile for her
bring the balloons
answer her questions
and watch them together
this is how it always ends
anyway.
and ill never tell her
how often i explode for her
i never will
anyway.
lua
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lua  20/F/on the moon
(20/F/on the moon)   
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     nivek, lua and Amanda Kay Burke
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