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Jul 2023
I spill over my skin
So messy, so messy
I am a puddle
You are a stone.

As you ๐’„๐’“๐’‚๐’”๐’‰
Into me,
It ripples my entire
๐’‡๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’„ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜
All while you canโ€™t
๐“•๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ต ๐“ช ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
New stuff from old poems!
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Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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