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jonas Jan 2020
I am not pure.
I threw it away
So I could choose where it landed.
I wasn't safe in my skin
I thought it could happen again
I didn't believe that I could get away
Escape, for real.
I thought her presence was permanent
And in a way, I was right.
But not in the way that I feared.
written in October of 2019
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Teddy bear, soft, warm
Milky, curly hair— pawing
Bear in lambs clothing

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