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I press the tip against the paper. It drips and bleeds. One layer of my heart, strips off for every poem i read.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
My Heart
I press the tip against the paper. It drips and bleeds. One layer of my heart, strips off for every poem i read.
gnossos
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
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