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Anna Jan 2020
she is sugar,
anxiousness,
and rain.
Anna Jan 2020
I remember on my fourteenth birthday,
blowing out the candle and saying to myself,
"I wont be making it past eighteen."

That was four years ago.
Anna Dec 2019
she is lemons,
boredom,
and sunshine.
Anna Dec 2019
she is ginger,
curiosity,
and thunder.
Anna Dec 2019
“i was trying to kiss you on your forehead.
it was meant to be sweet”
Anna Nov 2019
Please don’t forget
even the idea of perfection is flawed.
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