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Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.
My parents gonna beat ****t out of me if i told them i want money for poetry🥲
 May 5 Ben Palomino
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I fell from grace
When i burnt it
all to the ground.
You told me to never
Contact you again;
Ripping me from your life
like I was your biggest sin.

But the thing
with unspoken fears,
They’re fueled by betrayal,
And burn for years.
And another one
Thursday is your birthday
But I have to celebrate it without you
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