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In your hands you held my pain. Each paper shell that I tore through Glistened in the sunlit rain, Endlessly being made anew.
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Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
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In your hands you held my pain. Each paper shell that I tore through Glistened in the sunlit rain, Endlessly being made anew.
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Neither/a rainy place
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
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